No matter where I go, if I am near some body of water, I am usually loving it. We started our Bali days down south, near the airport, at Kuta Beach, which is Daytona Beach at Spring Break on steroids - kind of loud and kind of dirty. But we met a German guy on the plane as we were landing, Kurt, and we followed him to the "homestay" (little hotel) he had found...lovely little pearl of a place tucked into the maze of narrow alley-streets that is Kuta.
The day we spent there waiting for our friends Tom and Pui San happened to be Melasti, two days before Bali New Year. All Balinese make their way to a body of water on this day, to cleanse themselves and to give thanks to the ocean spirits, so even the beach at Kuta was transformed - thousands of Hindu revelers paraded, drummed, chanted, danced, and prayed by the sea as the waves washed in and the sun set. As every Hindu ceremony I have ever attended is, all in attendance were graciously included.
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