A few friends, all the travel books and what little I know about the book Eat. Love suggested that the best of Bali was to be found down the road less travelled. That road took me to a world I did not expect. For the two weeks my boyfriend and I travelled throughout the tropical paradise that is Bali, we were met with genuine smiles and humble hearts.
We split our time between the beaches of the south-east region and the jungles of central Ubud. In between, we travelled by foot, by bike and by car to the ends of the island. We explored ancient Hindu temples, tripped in muddy rice paddies and tried to communicate with villagers without knowing a lick of Balinese. We rode elephants, were terrorized by monkeys, ate like kings and slept like babies.
Titi My Darling — Sanur beach On the sleepy southeastern beach of Sanur in Bali, there are women lining the coast offering traditional massages in the shade.
After spending a day sunning under the equatorial sun, nothing compares to oily hands kneading your back. Order a large Bintang typical Balinese beer and let your taste buds take control. My favorite dishes include charcoal-cooked chicken satay and grilled corn on the cob. I left Leha Leha on cloud nine. It was that good. Live on the wild side: ask the masseur to go a little deeper. Love spent a year talking to a medicine man and finding love with a Brazilian.
The t-shirts that read Eat. Leave summarize how the locals really feel about the book. Do yourself another favor and roam through the monkey forest. Attendants at the entrance and throughout the forest will sell you bananas to feed the adorable animals.
