Sanur is what the real Bali feels like, relatively speaking. Shrines, statues, and the smells of burning incense and clove cigarettes, made me feel like I was back in Indonesia. The smells of stale beer, sweaty foreigners, and horseshit on Gili Trawangan, is not Indonesia. If it wasn’t for the
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I took a rickety rust bucket (bus) from Ubud to Sanur. The 40-minute ride was great. We passed by endless artworks on display as well as several craftsmen and craftswomen at work. The range of art and skill of the locals is astounding. I was now in Sanur (west Bali)
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What a great, well-rounded day! After a simple breakfast of fruit salad and toast, and getting fully on top of all my work commitments, I heard that my replacement bank card should be arriving this week! That will to plunge me into an even greater state of relaxation. So I
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