Grilled fish, cold drinks, sand between your toes while the sun goes down. I know which warung has the best table. It is not the first one you see.
You reach it through a crack in the rock. Small and busy at midday, quiet magic around four in the afternoon. Surfers know why.
Seven hundred macaques with zero respect for your belongings, living among ancient temples and giant banyans. Sunglasses in the bag, phone in your pocket. Trust me.
Come before 9am and it is just you, the farmers and ten thousand shades of green. There is a good coffee place at the top. I will show you which one.
The holy spring where Balinese families, mine included, come to be purified. You can join the melukat ritual. I will lend you a sarong and show you how it is done.
A temple on a seventy-meter cliff and the best seat in Bali for a sunset. Stay for the Kecak fire dance if you can. It is worth the crowd.
Tell me which ones and I'll string them into a route that makes sense on the road, not just on the map.
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