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Author: Maria Zehentner
Beitrag vom: 31.05.2018

Bali – Southeastasia´s Ibiza!

Bali, April-May 2018

The crossing from Java to Bali took almost an hour. We drove off the boat ramp, left the harbor of Gilimanuk, and the first thing we noticed was, well-developed roads. Unlike Kalimantan and Java, many small temples and statues lined the picture beside the street. You have to know, that Bali is an exception in the Muslim island state. Around 80% of the population belong to the Hindu faith. A sigh of relief passed through us. Should it be possible to find a nice sleep, without nocturnal prayer attacks from speakers?

Bali has experienced a veritable boom in popularity in recent years. Probably the lush green rice fields, the unique culture of the Balinese, the perfect waves, the inspiring yoga oases, the beautiful beaches, the colorful fish while snorkeling and diving, the pink-red sunsets and the heavenly food. Who does not want to get a piece of paradise and let oneself drift? After the crossing, we did not want to drive much longer. We rolled along the north coast for a few miles, stopped, because it was getting dark and parked next to the road, where we set up our camp.

Postcard beaches get ready, we're coming! Our navy showed in the nearby town Permuteran a long sandy beach. We wanted to give it a try. Unfortunately, the road conditions quickly changed back into the well-known disaster. Narrow and winding roads with lots of traffic, especially scooters were on the road, and every square meter was installed. After several attempts, we found a driveway to the sea, which was wide enough for our truck. It ended on a large open space with two or three palm trees providing shade.

Although garbage bins were set up, the field was scattered with garbage all around. Also the sea looked murky and instead of colorful fish plastic garbage cavorted in it. It was not perfect, but there was a water connection, which was never wrong. Right now it suited us. While Lennox flooded half of the property with the water hose, Leander and I started the first cleaning job for entering Australia. As soon as it got dark, mosquitoes forced us into the truck. Unfortunately, one spends much less time in the evening in front of a cozy campfire, than expected. Mosquitoes, sand fleas and other vermin often appear uninvited and crash the party. Lennox was already asleep, and Leander and I went about our work when suddenly loud voices were heard outside. We behaved calmly and waited. Knock, Knock...! Someone knocked on the door. Leander stuck his head out the window and stared into several faces, all of them started talking at the same time.

The locals wanted to know if we had asked for parking permit. Naturally! We always did that. But asking "anyone" was not enough. In Bali exists a law, that you have to ask the mayor personally for permission. A complicated thing.

Bali is divided into banjars, which are the smallest formal units led by an elected leader. Above all, the group maintains a Bale Banjar, a gathering place where community gatherings and a variety of activities take place. If a banjar grows to over 500 people, a new one will be founded.

We dared to park on a Bale Banjar. The mayor had got wind of it through his sheep and was little pleased, that we had betrayed him. Unintentionally, of course, how should we know that? The villagers urged the permission of their chief, immediately! By arguing, that Lennox was already asleep, we tried to put them off for tomorrow morning. In vain, they did not give up! "This is indonesian law". How could we forget that? Our little one woke up by the loud verbal battle outside and began suddenly to cry terribly, he was afraid. I got angry, that was really going too far. We argued with a handful of people about whether or not we were allowed to spend the night in a dirty place. We basically did not bother anyone and had previously asked locals. After a short consultation with Leander I asked the ringleader of the group to bring me to the village chief, who refused and said we should take the truck.

Everyone who knows Bali can imagine , that it is impossible to drive through the narrow streets with a truck. Anyway, a young man offered me the pillion of his scooter and drove off with me. Leander was not comfortable with the thought, but one had to stay with Lennox. After a few minutes he stopped at a magnificent house. He led me in and told me to sit on a sofa. As I waited, my eyes wandered around the room. The banjar did not seem to be poor. Many paintings and artworks adorned the house. When he entered the room, I rose and shook his hand in greeting, which he ignorated disrespected. Through my driver, he asked why I, "the woman" came, and not "the man". Ah, I can hear you! Ever heard of equal rights? He sat down opposite me and started a conversation with my companion, in Indonesian of course. After I was still ignored, I interrupted the speech of the two and asked, what was going on.
The man who brought me gave me to understand, that I still had to be patient. After all, we allowed ourselves a big mistake, and the mayor was not sure yet, how to proceed with us. Heavy offense!?!Several times I could hear out of the conversation the word "donation". I had to listen tacitly, how the Banja decided about our fate. After several minutes the mayor, dressed in a pale white traditional sarong, rose and disappeared behind a door. Good, that I came here in the middle of the night and thank you for the reasonable conversation. Finally, my companion explained to me. We were allowed to stay, but only if we apologized to the villagers for our wrongdoing and, to learn from our mistake, we had to pay some money. How much, he would tell us.

With a smile, I got on the bike and together with the guy, we drove back to the truck. Leander was already waiting nervously for me. During talking, I started to prepare the truck. It was clear, that we would not stay here any longer. The more I reported about the meeting with the Banjar, the more angry became Leander. Apologize for what? We had done nothing except, that we had allowed ourselves to camp on a dirty place. And a donation, which means a bribe, we would not pay anyway. The banjar wore enough gold and jewelry on his body, more would have been just cheesy. But the most ridiculous thing of all was, that it was for our own safety! Leander could not resist a loud laugh. We had been on our own for almost two years and coped very well with it. We did not need Indonesian security to feel safe. Lennox had calmed down during my absence and everything was stowed in the truck. But, where to go? It was pitch black outside. We remembered the parking lot of the previous night. It was obvious, that this absurd law, which previously existed only in Bali, would still cause one or the other problem. Of course, we did not want to stay besides the road so we tried our luck the next day in the village of Lovina.

Lovina was just as obstructed as everything in Bali. Through narrow tourist lanes we fought our way to a public parking on the beach. As soon as we got out, we were already the center. It was not so much about the questions, that we were asked again and again, but rather the tinkling of the truck that was annoying. The bravest even jumped on Akela's entry-level board. But only once, Leander understood no fun.

We crumbled into the last corner of the parking lot and hoped, that the interest in us would fade as quickly as possible. Hopefully we came around for a parking permit this time. The locals told us, that it was a freely usable area. Their word in God's ear. Lennox and I slipped on the bathing suits and walked to the beach. Leander did not trust the peace yet and stayed at the truck to be on the safe side.
My idea of ​​beautiful beaches looks a bit different and, if my travel agency of confidence would promose carefree holidays here, I would like to have my money back. The north coast is a long, narrow, black sandy beach. The sea is constantly flushing rubbish, which mixes ashore with other garbage. The black sand bottom of the ocean caused, that it was impossible to see ones hand in the water, and with your feet you could only guess what you were just kicking. However, the water was gentle and calm and you could control the amount of salt water that you swallowed while swimming. Behind the beach souvenir shops, restaurants and cafes lined up with loud music.

We were still in the preseason, that`s why the merchants tried to get each customer.
"Look, Look - cheap, cheap", we could not hear it anymore. Influenced by our behavior even Lennox knew how to protect himself, and countered with ready-made arguments. If that was right or not is another question.
A big difference between tourists and travelers is, that you get to know people you would not have encountered during a vacation. Like the Australian guy Danny, a paradox of its own. For several years he lived in Lovina, not because he felt so comfortable there or found it so beautiful. On the contrary, he hated it. His only motivation were the children, mostly young girls, who wanted to have no one and who cared nobody for. He made sure they went to school and kept them away from the streets in the afternoon by offering leisure activities. He receives no support from the Indonesian government for his project.
Not even a suitable lounge he gets provided. Completely disinterested, he invests his time and savings, reaping mistrust and contempt among the population. But the smile of the children at the end of the day is reward enough for him and at the same time the motivation to keep on working.
We were allowed to get to know Danny and his group of girls at a dinner together, and it was nice to see the children having fun in his presence. For me, Danny is a showcase example and deserves the highest respect. It takes courage to work for the needy, despite the government deliberately closes it`s eyes, and tries to beat you down.
Lovina is certainly not one of our favorites, but the parking lot right in the center had quite positive aspects. After Lennox fell asleep, we sipped several drinks in a nearby bar with live music, which allowed a direct view of Akela. In case the little one woke up. What a feeling !! Time together. Such a rare commodity during our trip, that we savored every second. And the next day right again, including a karaoke insert from Leander. As I said, what a feeling ;-))

Waterfalls are without a doubt one of the most beautiful natural sights in Bali and there are plenty of them. On our started tour from north to south across the island, we visited the Banyumala Twin Waterfall. Often, the raging beauties are right next to the road and are an excellent opportunity to cool off in between. But not only cool water promises relief in tropical temperatures, even a trip to higher regions helps.
In the village of Candikuning, at an altitude of 1,200 m, we were looking forward to a milder climate and the Pura Ulun Danu Bratan Temple, dedicated to the god Shiva. Roughly estimated, there are about 20,000 temples in Bali. This water temple is one of the most important in the country and is located on Lake Bratan, whose water, how can it be otherwise, considered to be sacred. We did not have to worry about parking, there was a large visitor parking lot, which was used by numerous tourist buses.

For today the big rush of visitors was over. Gradually, the last buses cleared the field. What remained was a disastrous battlefield, which could not have looked worse after an NFL Super Bowl game. Paper cups, food scraps, tickets and plastic bottles lying on the floor, were carried by the wind in all corners, although trash bins were attached. For us, this behavior is difficult to understand or comprehend. Why do people throw their rubbish on the floor when rubbish bins are provided? A disaster! We have often observed this behavior and the question arises: "Are the people stupid here?" That should not sound presumptuous now.

Not only public places, roads or a vacant piece of land are being used as garbage dumps in Indonesia. The situation often does not look different around the houses and apartments of the locals. I start from a common sense and that tells me, that I do not feel well in the dirt. It seems different here. And no, I have not forgotten, that Indonesia is a developing country that is struggling with all the problems associated with this status. But do you have to live in waste?
Nevertheless, we did not let the mood spoil us, and visited the water temple. On sets like this it's a no go for photographers to leave the camera at home.

The first rays of the rising sun, in combination with the temple and the lake make a fascinating composition. Although it was not even 6am, we were not the only ones looking for a motive. And I was not the only one posing with goosebumps in the volcanic lake for a photo. It is not always to crawl out of the bed that early for taking pictures, and of course you barely look dew fresh in the morning. That`s one of the main reasons, why you see me mostly from behind in many photos ;-). But to name the child by name. Even we can not live alone on air and love and have to earn our money on the road, even if I had caught a decent cold as in this case.

Rice is not just a food in Bali, it is THAT food and of course it should not be missing at any meal. The Balinese assign each grain a soul that should not be annoyed. And it is a no goto upset the rice goddess Dewi Sri, because that could lead to harvest losses. So it is only logical, that ceremonies are held in honor of the gods, to suit every growth stage of the grain. The rice terraces of Bali are architectural masterpieces and beautify the landscape of the island with thousands of shades of green. The heavenly stairways to the gods, as they are affectionately called by the islanders, are the epitome of a successful Bali vacation.

The Jatiluwih or Tegalalang fields are very popular under tourists. The terraces are surrounded by an extraordinary aura and exude a touch of perfectionism. When the morning dusk rises to heaven and the last dew drops defy the sun, the world seems to stand still.
But like everything else in life there are two. The Bali on Instagram consists mainly of waterfalls, healthy breakfast bowls, beautiful western people or swings in daring heights, that show a swing over the rice terraces. Only a few followers know, that these scenes are designed just for photos, you spend a lot of money for a one-minute rocking pleasure, and sometimes even have to stand in line to shoot a cool photo.
In any case, these photos on Instagram make you feel, that you want to go to Bali. No matter if the photos correspond to reality or how much Bali's Instagram world has to do with the real Bali? Just think about that! Because motives of littered beaches or garbage dumps in the hinterland rarely get hold of many likes in the perfectly filtered Instagram world. But these pictures belong to Bali too.

If you spend your holiday in Bali, you will inevitably end up in Ubud. In the 60s a small village in the highlands of the island, now a city that is inexorably in vogue. While sarong-wearing hippies once walked through the streets, it has now become a high society hot spot. Ubud stands for many things. Chilly balistyle, best craftsmanship, organic food, yoga, souvenir hunting, picturesque rice terraces, bars, restaurants, all fancy and nice ...! Films like Eat, Pray and Love with Julia Roberts were not completely uninvolved in this development.
In my opinion, Ubud has gotten a bit too much of mass tourism and thus largely lost its spiritual charm, for which it was famous.
It was hopeless in the center to find a place to sleep. After we had driven up and down the clogged roads several times, we eyed with a soccer field just outside. The responsible Banjar was not to locate to get a parking permit. We adjusted to a nocturnal deja vu and were not further surprised, when a people's assembly took place at bedtime infront of Akela. This time we were allowed to stay, without donation or apology. Among the crowd was the operator of a tourism school, who helped with the translation and invited us to his house for the next day.

While his wife was preparing lunch, we chatted about our journey, our impressions and our motivations. Of course, for him as a tourist director, it was also interesting to find out how we liked Bali. The island has beautiful and charming corners to offer and is a guarantee for an unforgettable holiday. But there are also obvious problems, with plastic flooding at the top, which affects not just Bali, but all of Indonesia. With wrinkles on his forehead, he agreed and tried to explain the causes.

In the past, food and other things were wraped in banana leaves. Clean, effective and compostable. Today, plastic packaging dominates the market and that plastic is disposed of the same way as they disposed the banana leaves years ago. It is simply thrown on the floor. With the rising popularity of the island, the tourist flow also increased abruptly. On this train jumped large corporations and exported drinking water in plastic bottles. A curse for the island, because everyone buys them, because they are practical and contain high quality drinking water. However, the population is alone with the problem of disposal, Nestle & Co shows little understanding and support.

The worst affected are the surroundings of the cities, those endless settlements along the roads, where there is neither a regulated waste disposal nor an initiative for waste incineration. The fields, plantations or forests along these areas are just a big pile of rubbish. There is no waste separation. Either everything is dumped in the forest or in the sea or it is burned. This creates an eternal cycle for which nobody feels responsible.

We did a lot the last few weeks in Bali and gradually the ideas went out. We could delete waterfalls, rice terraces and temples from our list with a clear conscience. Which does not mean, that there was nothing left to do. On the contrary, we wanted to ship to Australia in less than three months. In addition to the entire organizational preparations, which had kept us busy for months, the big cleaning action was still ahead of us. In order not to finish everything at the last minute, we already wanted to start in Bali. A suitable place for this had been organized by our Italian friend Emi.

Nick, his longtime Australian friend, who has been living in Bali for over 30 years and manages luxury villas there, allowed us to camp behind the villas on the wasteland. We were glad about this offer, because as we had learned, there was hardly a square meter of open land on the island, where we could park undisturbed. Nicks home was on the most southern tip of the island, off the beaten track, which we found very convenient. By phone, we announced our arrival and set off from Ubud to Nick.

In contrast to the north, the south of Bali offers golden brown beaches. You will find long stretches of beach, that lead flat into the sea, as well as small bays where the surf is raging. The opening of the airport in the southern capital city of Denpasar has set the course for tourism, which has not been torn down yet. Meanwhile, he has a passenger capacity of 6.4 million people per year, which are largely distributed to the south of the island. Bali's south is like a huge entertainment district. Places like Sanur, Kuta, Seminyak, Nusa Dua or Jimbaran are literally merging. Luxury hotels, designer boutiques, cosmetic salons, restaurants, cafes, tattoo studios or surf schools leave nothing to be desired and transform the island section into a predominantly Australian hotspot.

Meter by meter we struggled with Akela through the busy streets to get to the agreed meeting place, where Nick wanted to pick us up. Estimated 99% of the road users were traveling with scooters, that these were often steered by children, who were hardly older than our son, did not care somebody.

We met Nick at the agreed meeting point and drove the last few kilometers behind him. Thankfully, Leander is now well versed in mastering the Indonesian road conditions, because the access to the Villa Latitude was once again a special challenge. Finally, after a long and exhausting day of driving, we could turn off the engine. Akela stood on top of the hill, behind the villas, overlooking the sea. We unpacked our camping chairs, enjoyed the fresh sea breeze and invited Nick to a cold beer. He made a nice impression. In addition to the free parking, he offered us to use his shower and toilet and provided us with a scooter to be mobile. Because we would not move our truck from here for the next few weeks. Lennox hat Nick already in his heart, or rather his dogs, because he had six of them.

The first days we took it easy and comfortable. We explored the surrounding beaches and got acquainted with the environment. On a booking-free day, we were also able to breathe some high society air and were allowed to use the villa for a few hours. I was curious what a luxury accommodation could offer to justify the price of 3,000 USD per night! Honestly? I was not disappointed, but it did not blow my mind, exception the infinity pool, which was 37 m long and 4 m deep at the deepest point. This was the absolute highlight of the property.
One day after another passed and suddenly he was there, the day X. Leander`s mother came to visit us. She booked a room in a nice hotel on the beach of Sanur and could not wait to see her grandson. When she finally arrived at the hotel, we swung ourselves on the motorbike and drove to her. Lennox could not wait to hug his grandmother, and when he saw her in the foyer the tears flowed on both sides ;-). Of course there was a lot to talk about. To have his grandma all to himself, Lennox decided to spend the next few days with her at the hotel. I can not remember how long ago we had spent a night without our son.

But togetherness or romance had become foreign words for us, there was much to do. While Lennox stayed in the hotel with his grandmother, we wanted to clean the whole living cabin of the truck. Everything that was not bolted, landed outside the door to eliminate even the dirt in the most hidden corners. There were so many horror stories circulating about entering Australia, that we really got scared. When we looked at our wound fingers and thought about, what we still had to do, we often had doubts about whether it was worth the effort. But so close to the finish we didn`t want give up.
While we spent the kid-free days cleaning and scrubbing, Leander's mother spoilt our little one, until after a week he remembered that he missed us. He had a good timing, because we also had reached our goal and cleaned the whole living cabin during this week. Now Qualitytime was announced and Leander had come up with something very special.

As a small thank you to his mum, because she cared for Lennox, and because Mother's Day was close, he organized a multi-day trip to the offshore island of Nusa Penida.

We booked the first ferry and reached the port of the island after 50 minutes, from where we drove with rented scooters to our booked accommodation. Irmgard was really brave. I do not know a grandmother, who swings herselv without moaning on a scooter and makes a good figure. Even if three generations are on a moped!

The former prison island impresses with rugged cliffs with small bays, in which the waves unfold their full force of thunderous masses of water. Many places also offer a magnificent view over the coast and the sea. However, those who want to go bathing on Nusa Penida should be surefooted, because the descent over the cliffs are usually very steep and the stairs are overgrown with plants. Particularly attractive are the many snorkeling and diving areas around the island, but also here caution is advised, because the strong currents in the water are not for inexperienced swimmers.
And if I say strong currents, then I mean: hop from the boat into the water and be carried 100m in less than 10 seconds.We rented a small boat and prepared ourselves equipped with diving goggles and snorkeling on the way. In order to explore as much as possible of the "still" intact underwater world, we stopped at various spots, including Manta Point, where you could meet with a bit of luck manta rays. Unfortunately, we were not among the chosen ones, there was not a single ray to be seen far and wide. It would be a lamentation at a high level, if I say that we could have saved the snorkeling trip because no mantas swam in front of our lens, but a certain disappointment was already written in our faces.
Back on solid ground we first washed the salty taste in the mouth down with lunch. The day was still young. Back to the accommodation? No! To a beach for swimming? No! The Manta`s did not let us go. Should we dare another try? Good question, of course, at a second try there was no guarantee too. But you only live once. A little later, we all sat again in a boat and headed this time directly to the Manta Point. Just before we reached the square, the boatman signaled that he had spotted mantas.

Nervous and full of anticipation, we made ready to dive and waited excitedly until the ship's engine had stopped. Leander immediately jumped into the sea with his underwater camera and was no longer seen. I climbed over the rail and dared to look into the water, where my breath almost stopped. A huge dark shadow moved in a circle around the boat. I pulled my goggles over my eyes and hesitantly jumped into the water. There he was, only a few meters below me and slowly made his rounds. I was so excited, that I overheard my much too hasty breath loudly through the snorkel. I asked Lennox to get ready and hop into the water. Without warning, I asked him to keep his head under water, which he did. A few seconds later, he appeared slightly panicked, clinging to me howling and shouting, "Mom, I'm scared!" What I understood well, the animal was huge.

Sea creatures can hardly be more conspicuous than manta rays. They are gigantic animals and can reach a with of up to eight meters. They feed exclusively on plankton, which they catch while swimming with their mouths wide open. The characteristic up and down movement of their fins resembles the flapping of a bird's wings, and it seems as they are literally gliding through the water.
Gradually, Lennox calmed down. I grabbed his hand and snorkeled with him side by side after the Mantas. We did not snorkel for a long time, when we were suddenly surrounded by seven, eight giant mantas. They were in front of us, they were next to us and below us. Some of them came so close, that we could have touched them. Despite their size, they moved gracefully in the water and literally played with us.
Lennox was brave! He had already released my hand some time ago. Now he even dared to dive down to the Manta`s and follow them, but of course had no chance. Although we did not want to, Lennox and I had to go back on the boat. Our bodies were shivering, because we stayed so long in the water. Irmgard was already on the boat. Wrapped in our bath towels, we watched the animals from the boat. We could barely take our eyes off them, we were so overwhelmed.
Finally, we saw Leander. I was worried, because I could not see him in the water for a long time. He put down his camera equipment and asked Lennox, if he would like to dive with him again. He did not have to ask him twice for that. In no time he had put on his diving goggles, jumped to his dad in the water and they were gone. On the way back we all jumbled together. We were so incredibly happy, that we had made a second attempt.

A lot of sleep was not allowed in our accommodation. Right behind the wall of the house, several fighting cocks were locked in cages, who crowed around the whole night. The only one left unimpressed was Lennox. With a broad grin on his face he slumbered calmly. We adults helped with a small nightcap and made ourselves comfortable with a bottle of beer on the terrace.

Little by little, Leander turned the conversation on us and our journey. Although he and Irmgard used to talk on a regular basis, it is of course more than understandable, that it is not easy for a mother to know the only son and only grandchild on the other side of the world. She's missing at birthdays, she's missing at Christmas, she's just missing. I can understand that and speak from my own experience! I too miss my big son who lives in Austria. Choppy WhatsApp phone calls may help a bit, but can never ever replace a real hug or kiss.

Although we could guess how she had felt emotionally in the last few years,we always had the impression, that she did not want or could not open herself to us. Maybe for self-protection, maybe also out of consideration for us, so that we did not have a guilty conscience.
Alcohol dissolves the tongue. The more beer we drunk, the more open became the conversation. She confessed, that from the moment on, when we bought the truck, a lump had grown in her throat, that was getting bigger and bigger. She realized, that we were serious about the world trip.
I think, that she realized from that moment on, that she was physically alone, because her small family would soon be gone. Of course, this creates an inner fear and unrest, and this caused, that she built a wall around herself to protect her.
A personal conversation or a firm embrace can not be replaced by anything and causes so much more in us, than a time-delayed telephone call with usually bad connection, where one frequently tries to leave emotions out, in order not to worry the other one. For us it was not always easy and of course we missed our families, friends and acquaintances. In addition, we are often faced with problems, which we never had in our life before. But nevertheless, positive aspects still dominate, why we keep on living this life.
It was a long evening. We listened to each other, expressed our worries and fears, tears flowed, and then we laughed again ...!

It seems to be a natural law, that the hands of the clock tick faster when you feel well and happy. The two weeks that Irmgard visited us on Bali passed far too fast. She spent her last days together with Lennox in the hotel in Bali, before she left.
At the airport we tried to keep it relatively painless. There was a big family hug and I think we all started crying, when Irmgard was out of sight. I'm sure she did the same thing the other way round. We will miss you and look forward to your next visit.
We hated nothing more than farewells and the next one knocked on the door. But it did not help, if we did not want to miss our ship to Australia, then we had to move on. The truck was ready to go, the supplies filled up and Nick stood with his six dogs at the truck to wave good buy. Each of them was hugged and petted again. Lennox already started to cry bitterly at the third dog, he loved dogs. At the last dog we could not stand it any longer. We grabbed the kid, put him in the cab and hit the gas. We could still see Nick in the rearview mirror as he waved to us. Hey Dude, thanks for everything! See you hopefully again somewhere in down under !!

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Comments (4)

  1. patricia schwoerer
    patricia schwoerer at 15.07.2019

    ich koennte stunden-, wochen-, monatelang eure berichte lesen - so spannend, so beeindruckend, so reel!

    eine grosse freude!
    1. Maria Zehentner
      Maria Zehentner at 18.01.2020
      Hallo Patricia,
      erstmal muss ich mich für die späte Antwort entschuldigen, deine Nachricht ist irgendwie durch den Rost gefallen, sorry!
      Vieeeelen Dank für das großartige Lob bezüglich unserer Berichte, das hat mich wirklich sehr gefreut.
      Es ist sehr zeitintensiv Berichte dieser Länge zu verfassen und schon öfters habe ich darüber nachgedacht mit dem Schreiben aufzuhören.
      Nachrichten wie die deine bauen ungemein auf und lassen mich mit der Arbeit weitermachen, vielen Dank dafür.
      Ich hoffe du hast auch weiterhin viel Spaß beim Lesen!
      Liebe Grüße
  2. Ulrike
    Ulrike at 03.08.2019
    Danke! Bin ich froh wieder von euch zu lesen ;-) ich habe im Jahr 1989 Bali, Java und Lombok besucht und bei einer abenteuerlichen 8 Wochen währenden Rucksack-Tour noch die Ursprünglichkeit und Spiritualität der Inseln erleben dürfen. Plastikmüll war damals auch noch kein Thema. Und in Ubud aß man am Warung und ein Affe saß einem auf der Schulter und wartete geduldig auf Reste. Lovisa war Paradies pur und nur in Kuba und Legian gab es sowas wie den aussie-Tourismus mit Raffles und Partys. Bei meiner Rückreise war ich froh, überlebt zu haben ;-))) Euch weiterhin eine tolle Reise !
    1. Maria Zehentner
      Maria Zehentner at 17.01.2020
      Hallo Ulrike,
      danke für deine Nachricht. Sorry, dass die Antwort erst so spät kommt, aber irgendwie ist dein Mail durch den Rost gefallen.
      Uns blutet auch oft das Herz wenn wir miterleben wie sehr der Tourismus Einfluß auf die Entwicklung eines Landes hat. Das schnelle Geld mit den Touristen ist ein lukratives Geschäft, die Folgen der Ausbeutung dadurch kommen oftmals erst Jahre später zum Tragen, wenn es oftmals schon zu spät ist.
      Einzigartige Kulturen, Tiere, Menschen und die Umwelt scheinen nicht wichtig zu sein. Die Folgen die dieses unüberlegte Handeln mit sich führt sind tagtäglich zu spüren und nicht von der Hand zu weisen.
      Ich hoffe, du bleibst weiterhin eine treue Leserin.
      Viele liebe Grüße

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