Flying Into Bali

If moods are set by an airport, then no city in the world has it as right as Bali. This was a gateway into a city filled with the most beautiful buildings I’ve ever seen. Not just the monuments – temples, palaces and the like – but completely ordinary ones.

Driving around the city, I asked my host (a random Balinese guy on the back of a motorcyle) what the stunning building we passed was. It had intricately carved skirting along the bottom of slanted roof, two dragons curled to face each other on either side challenging and acknowledging each other. I braced myself for an exciting answer. Perhaps the story of a forgotten princess and all there was left of her ancestral home…

“That, miss? That’s the police station.”

Nussa Dua, Bali, June 2013.