Poor Bali. Through little fault of its own doing, its popular southern beaches are magnets to ocean rubbish. I suspect the island’s geolocation and the surrounding ocean currents conspire to cause this environmental problem. Some of the rubbish is manmade but much of it is flotsam. First thing early morning the locals, who rely heavily on these beaches for their businesses, rake up the rubbish into piles. They then go into a bigger pile, then…
It’s morning on the beaches and the surf is active with surfing schools. The Chinese make for the most entertaining students to watch. They seem to be forever in the wrong place doing the wrong thing and constantly being rounded up by their frustrated Balinese teachers. Instructions are ignored! Perhaps a common language is the problem. Anyway they are wet and having fun in their own way.
I arrived into Denpasar right on midnight after a 2-hour departure delay from Cairns. A thunderstorm diverted our plane back to Mackay so they had to fly another one up from the Gold Coast.
Then it took forever to find my little hotel in Legian, Bali. Into bed at 1:30am.
Legian is one of the popular beach areas in southern Bali. Very touristy but close to the airport. Finding an Indonesian breakfast is hard. Menus are heavily westernised sadly.