My Surf Trip to Bali- The sun is setting and the Bukit is a sensory wonderland. The scenery that is bright green and crisply alive in the daytime is now a sort of muted blue-green blur interrupted occasionally by the pink of a neon sign or the yellow of a bare bulb illuminating a public phone. It’s like a landscape painted entirely in black and I feel that if I don’t pay attention to the smallest of details I might lose the pictures. Bali streams by my window and I can feel the warm wind on my face. The lush distressed neighborhood we pass through look more like a kind you would see in a television documentary about scientists searching for a hard to find animal or detailing the life of a rice framer on the outskirts of a bustling city.
But where the dimming light fails to provide clarity, the smells compensate. Wet foliage the predominant odor the pungent air of certain nut bearing trees, the occasional hint of citrus and the familiar tang of grass. The rain falls each afternoon and serves as a delivery device for these aromas, unlocking them from a prison of dryness, woven in the scents of nature are those of man-made tar-like smell of wet asphalt, the musty interior of the van and the lingering coconut-tinged fragrance of sunscreen and the mouth-watering spice that comes from the café’s and portable food carts littering the side of the road.
I’m awake and alert but relaxed. My head lurches forward as we hit potholes and leans left to right as we round corners, but I don’t fight it. When we stop behind a stalled truck, a woman approaches my window and softy takes my left hand and holds it to hers. Her palms are rough and dry but her touch is soft and warm. She’s speaks to me softly, so softly it’s like she’s singing me a bedtime song. Am I dreaming I’ve driven hundreds of thousands of miles, but this is my first roadside lullaby? As we drive away pulling my hands from hers I turn to see her move to the car behind us and takes the next passengers’ hand. Thanks for reading........Joey

A women who takes care of her mind, body and soul!

Hmmm a person that has given up in Life.

Born and Raised in Lispatrick, Cork Ireland. Been living in the States 4 years now, it’s been quite the craic. When I'm not working my Arse off I am down at the beach all year around ripping up the swells. Or traveling all over to find the perfect wave. Or just hanging with my mates.

Hmmm I can't say I have had one yet, but looking to have one!