Can’t seem to get this place out of my head. Despite the mecca for young backpackers, surfers, and ridiculously heavy traffic its become, what stays with me is the feeling of the balmy, dense air clinging to my skin. The surprising coincidence of the rushed and wild streets, the clamor rising from rivers of people, with the deafening silences that hang in Bali’s lush and verdant arboreal gardens. The feverish rumble of a market and the whispered reverence of a temple. The contradiction that is Bali is what keeps me returning, again and again.