Bali High, part 2

In keeping with its volcanic origins, Bali was a real explosion of discovery for Emmanuelle and me. An explosion of colour, with luxuriant, seemingly bursting-out-of-their-skin greens that have to be seen to be believed; intensely flaming orange, pink and red tropical flowers, not to mention the pristine white of jasmine and the ever-present frangipani; an explosion of taste, with the spicy and delicious local cuisine; an explosion of heat and rain, with downpours the likes of which I haven’t seen since I lived in Texas, ditto for the sometimes oppressive sunshine and humidity.


No bomb explosions however. Contrary to the fears of some of my nearest and dearest, Bali is an incredibly peaceful island, being 93% Hindu. Gorgeous Hindu temples are everywhere, since every home and every village has one. The Balinese people are adorable, very charming and friendly, and amazingly, they all speak English beautifully.


There was a lot of sensory overload.
Such as being pampered to death in the fabulous five-star hotels where we stayed. Of the three, Alila Ubud was the best overall in terms of setting, décor, amenities, service, spa and most importantly, food and wine!! Although the private pool, personal butler, and vast living space at the Balé were hard to beat… you can check out all three hotels using the links in my last post.


Now it’s back to reality, as I fly to France tonight. I have a short 9 days back in Paris before I take off again on my next trip: 8 days in Morocco!! Life as a freelancer is rough.
After that, I drive down to the Saône et Loire to sign the final purchase papers and pick up the keys to my new house on March 22… stay tuned!!