If I had to pick my favorite day in Bali, it was the day we rented out a motorbike and rode out to Uluwatu from Sanur, which had been our base. I remember the sun on my shoulders and the wind on my skin. I remember twisting in and out of traffic, then up through roads. It was quite the ride. I remember finding the temple on top of Uluwatu and the monkeys… monkeys are everywhere here. I remember the cliff near the temple and how beautiful the view was. I remember going down those steep steps and finding the beach. I remember the golden retriever that grabbed everyone’s attention.
I remember sitting on the shore. The talking. The quiet. This is my favorite memory of Bali.