After a few days in Istanbul I flew to Bali. I had heard that it's a wonderful city, and the hippie hear was supposed to be in Ubud so I had booked my first nights there.
It sounds crazy but I hardly took photos during my first time here in Bali, although I stayed about 3 weeks.
It was magical and transforming for me. I started doing yoga, which felt really hard in the beginning. I also joined meditation and chanting classes. I met some wonderful lovely friends from Finland, America, France and Holland. I even fell a bit for one of the Dutch guys, so at the end of my stay we decided to stay in contact. Our group of a strange mix of people made trips to different parts of the island. I went with the Finnish girl to Lovina beach and Tulambem for scuba diving. Ubud is amazing! It is very touristy, and full of hippie yoga stuff. It does feel like a little bubble far from reality. The Balinese are amazing people. They do their offerings for the Gods several times a day, and there are actually more holidays than working days in Bali, all to celebrate the Gods. It is a very peaceful religion and differs a lot from the mostly Islamic rest of Indonesia.
I cried when I had to leave. I had spent the last two nights at the villa of my new Dutch friends, and it was pure heaven.