You can’t escape from your roots. We can’t escape from the strong influences of our childhood experiences.
I like traveling and if you were to ask me what my travel or holiday preference is; I would naturally say that I enjoy being near rivers and lakes and in the mountains. I do not think of myself as a beach person.
But here’s the thing. When I was growing up. about the only holiday that we had as a family was a beach holiday in a place called Port Dickson in Malaysia, which in its heyday could rival the best beaches in the world (today it has been ruined by excessive and irresponsible development). So I grew up with a great love of the beach and sea.
I am not sure, why I drifted away from this early passion but I spent most of my adult traveling away from the beach. However, in the last five years, I have had the opportunity to visit Bali, Indonesia on three occasions. Now Bali is much more than just the beach. It has culture, arts, crafts, history, festivals, music, rice fields, temples, volcanoes, a unique way of life, charming people and much, much more.
But especially this last trip, I re-connected with the sea and the beach. This trip I made it a point not to travel all over the island in pursuit of culture and sight seeing. This trip was all about relaxing on the beach; enjoying a dip in the sea, playing with the exciting surf and beach-combing during low tide. And for most of the time, just lying in the shade of beach side trees, catching the cool sea breeze, snoozing or enjoying the view. And though I was enjoying the experience in the “now”, it also re-awoken the child in me and the childhood memories of Port Dickson.
So, the Lone Grey Squirrel went away on a mission to be a beach bum………mission accomplished! I just wanted to share with you the view that I had from my spot under the shade trees which I lazily took with my camera while still in a reclining position.
Ah, a feast for eyes and senses.