Travel is such a compelling life shaper because it lights (or maybe rekindles) the fire within you. The first time you go somewhere, it takes you completely out of your element. It brings up stuff. Mike and I learn the most about ourselves and our relationship when we travel. That's probably why we keep doing it. It brings us back to who we fundamentally are at the core. There's no room for bullshit and pretense when you're dealing with the stressors and weird shit in foreign lands. You get closer to you.
The first few days here, we were in Seminyak, which is pretty Miami-ish. Very palatable. Then we got down to Uluwatu, in the south, which is more of a legit Bali experience. It's not super walkable so everyone lives the motorbike life. They drive on the left hand side here and it's a total free for all. Way crazier than Miami.
A couple days ago, we took a day trip from Uluwatu north to Canggu on our scooter, complete with Mike's surf board in tow. I love day trips but this one was pretty ballsy. We weren't totally sure of how to get there and it involved some rather questionable driving on a road equivalent to I-95 during rush hour. And I was on the back of the scooter with big trucks whizzing by me. As the roads got scarier, my internal fire starting rising - my gut instinct was to freak out and want to control everything ("Mike! Slow the fuck down!") but once I started consciously assessing the situation, I was able to harness the fire and embrace what was happening. Then it became really fun. My experience immediately transformed from fear into adventure. Fire is transformative.
We got into some awesome Indiana Jones shit cruising down really narrow alleys in sketchville Kuta. Stuff that I will remember forever. The adventure wouldn't have happened if I let the fire take over. You need fire for illumination. For clarity. To see things for what they are. But not so hot that it burns the experience - or you - out.