Even though “never say never,”  I’m almost sure I will never return to the magical island that is called Bali. 

It’s not because it’s bad that I don’t want to go again, on the complete contrary, It was too good, it was surreal, it was once in a lifetime adventure. I want to hold on to this feeling of warmth and happiness.  I’m afraid returning back will ruin it, and it would be an insult to the memory we shared. 

I’m always longing for something “long ago,” and “far away”. So because Bali is right there, I never thought of going until early this spring when opportunity offered itself. 

I have just finished a week of work in Hong Kong, flew back to Shanghai, immediately changed the Art week business attire to tropical island dresses in my carryon and next thing I know, I’m already in the plane again, heading to summer. 

 

Hi Canggu is that you?

I always wonder what is it that people just seem much happier under the sun and by the water? Quite literally from the concrete jungle to jungle, we drove from Ubud to Canggu in the afternoon sun, I could not wait any longer to see the sea. After all, we are on an island right?

I will spare you with the thousand pics I had snapped on my phone, but a couple of them. I remember posting a Chinese journal that night using the photos fresh out of the oven, no filter, not even any light fixing. What you see here is exactly what I saw. There are boys playing soccer on the beach, and there are girls surfing in the sea. The dogs they run, in the golden sun.

Hours later the sun started to set and here returns the surfer. My nose started to peel and I turned my head to the person sat by my side. I wanted to tell him ” thank you”, I had a thousand words at the tip of my tongue. But instead, I hold his hands and said nothing at all.

When the sky largely turned into pink, we hit the road again and headed back to where there’s the jungle, the deities and spirits, and the endless adventures.

All photos my own shot in Canggu, Bali.