Jolanda and I are now in Canggu on Bali’s south coast, just down the beach from Kuta, Seminyak and Legian but so much quieter and more laid back. Having said that, the rate of new construction in the two years since we were last here is noticeable. I fear that within the next five or so years Canggu may end up like its noisy/busy neighbours to east. For $NZ 40 a night (25 Euros) Jolanda and I have a room at Serenity Eco Resort with ensuite, fan and air conditioning right beside the swimming pool. Breakfast also included. Guests here probably end up spending much more with the choice of eight different yoga classes every day, at $NZ 11 per class. Or there is the hugely popular Alkaline restaurant, attached to the resort, offering a massive vegan, gluten free and raw selection. The juices are amazing. If you are thinking of coming here, book ahead – its super popular. It’s beautiful here and the people, like everywhere in Bali, chilled, friendly and genuine. However, there is one negative in my view – and it’s a big one. And that is the vast amount of plastic pollution, particularly on the beaches. Perhaps it has improved marginally since our last visit, but it's hard to tell. By chance I spotted an article on Facebook the other day answering one of the questions I have always wondered about. Where does all the plastic in the sea come from. I know that we don’t willy-nilly chuck our rubbish in the sea and I’m pretty sure neither would the vast majority of New Zealanders. So, who does it? The World Economic Form claims that 90% of plastic polluting our oceans comes from just ten rivers. And they are: the Yangzte, Indus, Yellow, Hai He, Ganges, Pearl, Amur, Mekong, Nile and Niger. Eight river systems in Asia and two in Africa. If you went further to list the top twenty, four Javanese rivers would apparently qualify. The rivers reportedly had two things in common: a relatively high population living close to the river combined with a poor waste management process. Of the ten, the biggest culprit by far is apparently the Yangzte river basin, home to a staggering 500 million people. To be fair to China however, while they are the biggest polluter they are also (according to the UN Environment Programme) making major efforts to get better. Well I will believe it when I see it . . . The amount of plastic in our oceans is, frankly, quite frightening. A 2016 report from sailor Dame Ellen McCarthur suggests that by 2050 there may be more plastic in the sea than fish. Incredible as it sounds, around 8,000,000 tonnes of plastic per year is finding its way to the ocean – equivalent to a garbage truck dumping its load every minute. In a 2018 article, published in Britain’s Daily Mail, plastic particles have been found in three out of every four deep sea fish in the North West Atlantic. That’s the stuff we eat and it’s not right. I don’t want to be unfair on Bali. There are of course moves to do something about the problem – my personal favourite of which is the effort by two girls Melati and Isabel Wijsen who attended the Green School here in Bali. Check it out – I defy you not to be inspired by these two . . . However for every anti-plastic warrior in Bali there is still a huge amount of laissez-faire. Back in 2015, Melati and Isabel Wijsen had managed to extract a commitment from the Balinese Governor to phase out single use plastic bags by 2018. Well that never happened. And the Balinese authorities had better take note because it’s hurting the tourist industry. My mate Bron won’t come back here because of it, and she’s not alone. British travel groups are now warning travellers of the problem and in particular to check their intended hotel’s recycling policy. It’s a catch-22 situation – the water is unsafe to drink and so if your hotel doesn’t offer the option to refill your own water bottle, you are forced to use the plastic bottles. Anyhow, enough hectoring and back to our hedonistic travelling. Off for a massage today, or possibly a spot of ear candling (you don’t want to know). Maybe a swim or two which will take us safely through to sundowners on the beach and then dinner. I know that does sound decadent – but I am truly grateful for the opportunity to live this travelling lifestyle and to experience this beautiful land.
Off to Barcelona the day after tomorrow . . .
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It was only 20 minutes drive from Ubud to Shanti Toya Ashram, but life seems so different here. From the busy streets and pedestrian clogged pavements of Ubud to an outlook over rice paddies, native bush and not much else. Aaaaaah . . . . Actually, this was our second choice of yoga retreat in Bali. Back in New Zealand we originally had our eyes on another place at the top of Bali island. It looked amazing to our eager Western eyes – beautiful looking accommodation, delightful restaurant overlooking the sea and lots of great sounding yoga. Thing is though it was expensive – $3,500 for the week for the two of us. And then came time for payment. Like so many places in Bali, they wouldn’t take credit card which meant I instead had to a transfer direct to their Indonesian bank account. Well long story short, the payment failed to go through. I had had a nagging doubt in the first place about this particular retreat in Bali’s north and so after some discussion Jolanda and I decided not to go ahead but instead to come to Shanti Toya on the outskirts of Ubud, at a price around 25% of that which thankfully failed to go through the Indonesian banking system. Which just goes to show how sometimes the world just wants to tell you something. In the middle of nature, Shanti Toya is glorious. It's most certainly not pretentious – more old-world charm (perhaps a bit crumbly and decayed in some parts) and ultimately authentic. From the top of the property there is an administration block with a restaurant sitting on the top with views of the surrounding rice paddies – serving non stop vegetarian food which just tastes divine. The villas then descend down the path to the river, each one different and slightly quirky, with the yoga shala sitting atop the bottom-most villa, open to the surrounding bush and with the sound of the river running past. At the very end of the property is a grand old swimming pool, resplendent with a few cracks and fed by a natural spring. All in all, it just goes to show that, in Bali anyway, authenticness is very rarely determined by price alone. The programme here involves yoga twice a day – 90 minutes starting at 7am and then another 90 minutes at 5pm (the later session being a lot more chilled and relaxing than the morning). In between there are activities set out during the day such as participating in an offering ceremony, cooking class or dancing. I didn’t quite get the courage up enough to participate in the dancing but gave everything else a go, including a slightly strange ceremony where you basically chant to the accompaniment of a hand organ and drum. Oh, and there are also massages and healing sessions available if you somehow get bored . . . So much about travelling is the people you meet, and I think that yoga really does attract the most interesting, varied and laid back people. In no particular order there is Oena from Romania and living in London, Madhu from India living in Singapore, Amy from Pennsylvania living in China, Valeria from Italy living in Holland, two Lauras from London, Mika and her daughter Clara from Surrey, Marieke from Holland, Jessie from the Philippines and Krishna from India. Krishna and I are the only blokes by the way. Such a nice group of people to connect with, share life stories that mean something - and of course laugh a lot about shit. So how do I feel now? Well to be honest the yoga has challenged me. I’m not used to three hours of this stuff a day and so I do feel a little sore in my muscles. But I also feel stronger, straighter and calmer. I like my daily 20-30 minutes of YouTube yoga at home, but sometimes you just need to get out of your comfort zone.
Tomorrow Jolanda and I head off again for Canggu on Bali’s south coast for four nights before departing for Spain . . Our flight from Sydney to Bali via Jetstar was quick and painless. I watched Bohemian Rhapsody and just loved Rami Lamek’s portrayal of the quirky, eccentric and ultimately talented Freddie Mercury. It was then just over an hour’s drive up to Ubud for our first few nights at the Ubud Sari Resort. We have stayed before at Ubud Sari. It has an ideal location – around 200m up a relatively quiet street from the supreme busyness of Ubud’s main thoroughfare Jl Raya Ubud. All in all, its very good value for money. The grounds are beautiful and the buildings authentic Balinese, however if I was being critical, I would have to say it’s getting a little tired. Eating at the restaurant will make you feel virtuous courtesy of its uber healthy menu, but it’s soulless. And so, it wasn’t long before I was champing at the bit to eat out. We chose the Fair Warung Bale, a small restaurant located about 500m from our resort, which I was soon to discover probably best sums up my love/hate relationship with Ubud – Bali’s “cultural heart”. It’s a small restaurant, ten or so tables, on the first floor with views over the street. The food is great, the staff friendly and there was some decent 80’s music playing . . . But what is really unique about the Fair Warung Bale is that all profits are used to provide free healthcare for Balinese people who otherwise couldn’t afford it. By buying one meal you are providing healthcare to two people in need. Three probably if you throw in dessert. The medical centres funded by all those meals have apparently treated thousands of people. They have even funded the construction of a new children’s hospital, opened in 2018. The Fair Future Foundation, the organisation behind the restaurant, was set up by a Swiss man called Alexandre Wettstein who seems to be one of those people that sees something wrong with the world and actually does something about it. Malnutrition has long been a problem in Indonesia, particularly in children. According to the World Food Programme, Indonesia has the fifth-highest number of stunted children in the world with more than nine and a half million children under five described as malnourished. We spent some time perusing the various newsletters and articles that are available in the restaurant. Mr Wettstein doesn’t mince his words when describing the incidence and impacts of poor health on the local population, and also doesn’t hold back imploring us relatively wealthy and “overweight” tourists (obviously not taking Jolanda and my trim physiques into account) to chip in with some money to help. Which of course we duly did. So if organisations like Fair Future represent the best of Ubud, the overpowering traffic, pollution and neglected infrastructure must represent the worst. Walking along the Jalan Raya Ubud is like smoking a packet of cigarettes in a hot yoga studio full of sugared-up toddlers. The traffic is intense and crossing the street requires a leap of faith that the ten million trucks, cars and motorbikes bearing down on you will somehow find a way to weave past at the same time. Like elsewhere in Bali, there seems to be little in the way of public transport and you are left thinking how many cars, bikes and petrol fumes could be taken off the road if there were a fleet of electric buses servicing the main streets. And if you are one of the many pedestrians that have chosen to ignore the honking of the ever enthusiastic taxi drivers you are forced to share a footpath roughly 12 inches in diameter – and that is when there aren’t gaping holes or a motorbike taking a cheeky shortcut. Now I know I am being a bit moany, but for goodness sakes, where is the Government in all of this. Since Julia Roberts portrayal of Elizabeth Gilbert in “Eat Pray Love”, Ubud has exploded. What was once a string of smaller villages has now become a congested jungle of shops, restaurants and up-market yoga retreats. It’s simply bursting at the seams with tourist numbers projected to keep on growing and therefore placing even more pressure on infrastructure that just can’t cope. Something has to change . . . Anyway, now that’s all off my chest, time now to turn our attention to our next destination – a six-night yoga retreat in a much quieter part of Bali just twenty minutes drive from downtown Ubud.
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