"Pfffft, Bali. Only bogans who want to start their personal collection of Bintang singlets go here," I hear someone say... Hush, people. I'm going to tell you about a place on the southern-most tip of mainland Bali, a place that's still golden and gorgeous and blissfully peaceful.
Consummate rambler obsessed with checking out from reality at every promise of adventure
I got a stinging bite from the travel bug when I was circa 20 years old visiting Thailand, and since then my life has been a cycle of study, work, save, GO, live in abject poverty, drool over new places, work, save, GO, come home broke, dream of overseas, work, save, GO… I blog about all things travel + adventure over at www.checkin-out.com.
In the dusky light filtered by an eerie canopy with almost no reception, sprawled like an overturned turtle in the dirt, rendered helpless by shock and pain, I felt something I've never felt whilst out in nature: genuine, panicky, out-of-body fear.
18/11/2015 1:19 PM AEDT