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I had not been back in Bali for a few years. And here there are a lot of little details that I have great pleasure to find.
For starters, many houses and hotels look like temples, with their portals slotted and adorned with sculptures. Besides, there are temples everywhere.
And there are altars guarded by mythical creatures of stone, more or less monstrous, even in the gardens of small family hotels, type losmen or guesthouse. It is always very pleasant to sleep surrounded by gods and demons.
And then, every morning, fresh offerings are deposited, in their little vegetable basket: flowers, rice, stick of incense ... All accompanied by a delicate gesture of the hand, to spread a few drops of water, a flower stuck between two fingers.
I love this little morning ritual, it has something reassuring. The gods, the spirits are everywhere, so we seek to conciliate the good and appease the bad. On the doorstep, at the crossroads, the small baskets of offerings strew the ground.
Something else that I like here: even the trees carry sarongs. Finally, trees considered sacred, those who are inhabited by a spirit.
The black and white checkered sarong also girdles the loins of the statues guarding the entrances to the temples. This black and white chessboard symbolizes what we know best as yin and yang: it is about maintaining the balance between the two forces, positive and negative, that govern the world.
One thing I had forgotten, too, that I observed yesterday in Kuta, and today on the road to Lovina: kites. On the beach and in the rice fields, children and even adults play kite flying. There are all sizes, some quite simple, made in an ordinary plastic bag, others huge and very sophisticated, with long train waving in the wind.
Finally, I find with happiness these various little things that I do not pay much attention, as I'm used to it, but I like a lot in Asia: greet people with a big smile becomes the most natural thing in the world, circulate up to four or five passengers per bike too (well, not for me!), the possibility of nibbling at any time thanks to the small street vendors installed along the roads with their carts of skewers, soup or fruit ...
I arrived in the North, in Lovina Beach, today ... Here no rollers or surfers. Atmosphere less flashy and more relaxed. I'll tell you all this tomorrow!