Our final destination: the hip beach town, Seminyak, on Bali.
This door speaks for itself.
Road to the beach. Best by motorcycle.
Surf? Shells? Massage? Cocktail? Knock-off watch? This beach has it all.
My view of relaxation.
Dusk at the beach is pretty.
Sunset is nice too.
Who needs shoes when you're walking around a blissful beach town? I found out they're necessary as we followed my suggested shortcut through a construction zone. Chardaie offered a piggy back ride and Joel laughed (a lot).
Typical cafe. No walls, lots of breezes. Chalkboard menus are casual and practical: only the freshest food is served.
Not just a paradise for beach bums and foodies, this town is full of art. Detail of a wood carving set into a random wall along the road.
Fascinating art.
A home grown art gallery.
Final night on vacation.
4 comments:
please make that last one your profile pic. those pics are awesome!
It was so good to get your email this morning! I'm so proud of you and the work you are doing in India. These pictures are amazing! God Bless! Joy
Tierney, wow. Your blogs are awesome. I love those pics! haha! I love you and am so excited to see glimses in to your life! xoxox
Tierney,
I am struck by how calm you sound during this extraordinary journey -
absorbing the earth's scope of humanity... from the little boy in the wooden hut that your group rescued from the mill job, to the incredible wonder of your Bali photos with what have obviously become amazing friends and companions. You are obviously living in the moment (namaste) and I wish you continued strength, courage, joy ... and support from all you guardian angels! Susie T
PS -- Tom is going to Wake -- yeah!
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