The bus terminal Ubung is lined with rice fields and palm trees. A few food stalls serve simple delicacies. Who wants to take the food along, it is wrapped in banana leaves and newspapers. Flying traders offer fresh fruit, steamed peanuts and other delicious snacks.
A rickety pickup brings me over a dusty road covered with potholes to Kuta. I settle down in a Losmen (Indonesian guesthouse). Short but intense I enjoy the exuberant nightlife.
After a few days the hustle and bustle gets too much for me and I move on to the tranquil Candi Dasa.
That was on my first trip to Bali in 1988.
Since then a lot has changed on the island of the Gods. From an insider tip among globetrotters to one of the world's most famous holiday destinations. With all its positive and negative side effects.