So here I am, sitting on the boat to Bali’s wonderful island of Nusa Lembongan, and I catch myself with a huge grin: The ride on the fastboat is extremely bumpy and the constant up and down is leaving a green mark on most passengers faces – I however am looking towards the horizon and enjoying the front row seat on this rollercoaster. This is not the first time that I am actually smiling, when everyone else isn’t: throughout my travels I have noticed that I deliberately tend to put myself into situations, where I can anticipate the biggest discomfort. And actually enjoying it for some reason. I guess because I feel more alife. It seems that embracing this state, out of the own comfort zone, not only helps to learn how to cope with it better, but it also increases the appreciation for actual comfort (back in the real life) exponentially. Easily put: A. Not everything is as shitty as you think it will be once you embrace it and B. You will lower your standards, be more surprised and appreciate things more if you do. This revelation is ironic to me, as most of my life, I used to chose the path with the least resistance.
Last week I have been spending in between Ubud and Binging, locations in Bali who could not be more different from another, both topographically and in regards to their tourists : whilst Bingin is a hip, pituresque and secluded surfer’s spot carved into the rocky cliffs of Bali’s south-western coast, Ubud is in the middle of the jungle-ly, ricefield-ly mainland and addresses those who seek spiritual enlightment (or those who follow Julia Roberts footsteps from “Eat Pray Love”). Everything evolves around yoga, raw and healthy food, meditation, (tantric!) retreats and a bunch of other (partially kinky) things I would classify more on the hippy side of the scale. Not to judge, it’s just really interesting how many people are here to find themselves, their sexuality or some glowing light, hidden in the mysts of their souls. Cool vibe, but unfortunately a lot of the people here seem to have been trippin a little bit too long and turned out to be a little pretentious. Ubud is also famous for it’s beautiful rice terraces, plenty of shopping opportunities (mainly female driven) and definitely worth going.
Binging beach on the other hand, has been a blast, in particularly because I had been catching up with old friends from my homebase in Munich. The infamous “Single Fin Party” and several other occasions gave my stay a rather festive edge. The views from pretty much every homestay/hostel are quite spectactular and every breakfast here really feels surreal every single morning. I could literally stay here forever. Since I don’t have forever on my hand though, I decided to get a move on and ended up in Nusa Lembongan, with which I started this blog entry to begin with. This lovely little part of Bali has a very charming flair (and is very, very friendly), as not too many tourists find their way to it – except for the occasional boats full of Chinese people, doing daytrips to Lembongan. Watching the horde jumping off the boat and regrouping on land is quite entertaining and the show only begins to be really exceptional, once they make a move into their semi-professional snorkel gear. That’s where the magic happens, because what startet as a 30 meter snorkel out of the bay, is swiftly overshadowed by anxiety and panic attacks. Chinese peolple generally just don’t know how to swim (and are world famous for being the worst tourists), and even the numerous floating devices around their arms, waists and torsos can not compensate for their intrinsical fear of water. You just gotta love the sight. And if this doesn’t make your day, probably the Vogue cover shooting sessions with their private “professional” photographers, or the selfie-parade on the most random and uninteresting places. God I love the chinese, I could write books about them! Today I saw a supermassive amusement boat, you could see the running lifejackets from afar!
Lembongan has something truly remarkable to it by the way; not many places in the Southeast Asian region have both excellent divesites and really good waves. And noteably the diving finds its crescendo at Manta Point, where I could make out about a douzent different Manta Rays in one dive. I can honestly say with all my moderately decent experience, I have never seen that many in one dive. And it’s so easy accessible! Otherwise I have really amazing sunsets, good food and great views. And before I get another “tl;dr” (too long; didn’t read, thx Domi!) because my articles get too long, I better go. Stay tuned!