Traveling is truly one of the most transformational things people can do for themselves. Whether you travel near or far, there’s a guarantee you won’t feel the same or be the same. It’s been two months since I left Bali, and I still think and dream about it every day.
Thanks to technology, I have all my memories saved as a constant reminder every day to keep my transformation alive. Combined, the boys and I have thousands of photos from our trip and hours of footage recorded on Alvin’s GoPro. In addition, I have a day-to-day diary of my trip that I’ve documented via this blog, with very detailed (sometimes redundant) descriptions of what went on and how we were feeling.
So coming home, I made sure to do two things. First, make a photo album with all my favorite photos from our trip (which was really hard because I had so many pictures of monkeys and bowls of curry that I wanted to include). 200 photos definitely didn’t feel like enough to capture 6-weeks worth of travel, but my album turned out absolutely perfect. Second, make a travel video. I hadn’t dabbled in any video editing in years, but I was ready to tackle the project. I sifted through hours worth of footage and Alvin selfies, and was able to condense our trip into twelve minutes. Watching the video was like reliving a dream. I wasn’t sure it really happened or of the places we visited were real.
Back to transformation… I’ll admit, it’s really easy to forget. I wanted to travel because I intended to find myself and recreate purpose within me. A month after being back home, I found myself already lost in my own confusion and self-doubt. Luckily, I took the time to put all the things I’ve learned and all the memories I’ve made into an album and a video. Every time I find myself in my own pit of negative thoughts, I come back to the great memories I made, not dwelling on the past, but using it as a reminder of how great my future can be.
For anyone traveling or planning on traveling, I highly recommend taking the time to put together an album with your favorite photos, or recording footage for you to show your friends and family when you get back home. And don’t procrastinate! The longer you wait, the more likely you’re never going to do it. So this should be the first thing you do when you get back from traveling. I promise it’ll be worth your time.
During high season, tourists swarm to the Tegelalang Rice Terraces every day (that the weather allows). Lucky for us, the weather was beautiful that Wednesday morning, so we left to see the terraces right after breakfast. We got on our motor bikes and made it there by about 10:30PM. By that time, there were a handful of tourists already at the entrance taking photos. The boys and I hopped down a few slopes to find the perfect empty spot to take our photos at.
On the other far side of the rice terrace were more tourists walking through it. Feeling tired and sore from yoga the day before, I almost didn’t feel like trekking through the rice terrace. The boys started jumping down the slopes and I had no choice but to follow them down. To my surprise, walking through the rice terrace was fairly easy, and we made it to the top in about 20-minutes. We had to pay two donation fees going to the top (they request at least 10,000 IDR). On our way, Alvin and Josh took pictures wearing farmers hats while holding woven baskets, which also cost a fee but made for some really cute photos.
By the time we made it to the top, Alvin left to catch a Tibetan Bowl Meditation class back in Ubud while Josh stayed with me to travel through the terraces more. It turns out that there was an entire backside to the rice terrace that we didn’t know about. Josh and I met more local rice field workers who all smiled at us and asking where we were from. One of them asked if Josh and I were husband and wife. He said I was beautiful, and then pointed us to the direction of his wife who was selling fresh coconuts. Josh and I rarely pass up a good coconut. We bought two for 50,000 IDR and gazed upon the rice terraces as we drank what were the most delicious and huge coconuts that we’ve had on our trip so far. The field worker’s wife played on her Balinese coconut xylophones as we drank and ate from the yummy coconuts. There was something so warm and comforting about her and her husband that made me want to stay there for a while.
We parted ways and headed back to the entrance of the rice terraces. Both Josh and I suddenly started to feel a little under the weather, and going uphill in the heat started to wear us down. We went back to our hotel, which is when I realized that I had officially come down with the case of some Bali belly (or traveller’s diarrhea). My stomach became very sensitive and I was very dehydrated.
Our day ended with another class at Yoga Barn. Listening to our bodies’ needs, we took a yin class, that stretched our bodies out in a nice and calm, meditative way. We had dinner, and I ordered soup and a baked potato for my Bali belly. I went to bed after that dreaming about walking through the terraces again.