(Wouldn’t it be nice to think that I was still in Indonesia? Instead, thanks to a combined lack of motivation and rupiah, this entry is coming to you post-jetlag, from a public library in Salamanca. But for the sake of this final post, I invite you to imagine I’m still in dreamy, honey-scented, dripping-in-green Bali - god knows I am.) Early one drizzly morning, I packed up my things and bid Ubud an affectionate farewell, promising to return sooner rather than later, especially since according to some of the locals, I missed visiting the finer sights in the city - “Forget the centuries-old temples, I want to see the café where Julia Roberts took her banana smoothies!” After a short ride to Sanur and a hop, skip and a wave across the Badung straight, I arrived
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