"A bad day in Bali is still better than a good day anywhere else"

 "A bad day in Bali is still better than a good day anywhere else"

That was the first grafitti I saw when I was on my way to my uncles home, at 1 in the morning. TWENTY hours of flight, I was so tired I could already feel the jetlag hiting me. 

For those who have been in Bali, I was staying in Canggu Area, Berawa. A very nice and confortable neighborhood. The best thing about the location is that is only ten minutes from the parties and the center, yet you never have to put up with them. 

Bali Belly: essentially an upset stomach or travellers' diarrhoea. Thats what happened right after my arrival. For 2 days I could not move from home having this horrible feeling in the stomach. Didn`t bother me much though, cause I had a big garden and swimming pool, and of course, my family. Too much to talk about. 

But hold on, not everything is that bad. 

I met 2 french sisters that same weekend, who were raised in Bali and just came back to visit their mom for some months. More than sisters, they seemed like best friends. And they were really nice to me, so much that they invited me to this "alternative" party that was 1 hour away from my base home. 

That party was weird. Really. It was full of hippies and drugies, with this house and tecno music which was dope, but I felt like I was the only one dancing to it, while the others where sitting around in circles talking about how beautiful life is. Hippies. 

So yes, that was my first Bali experience. A night to remeber indeed.