The bemo (a small minibus with somehow enough space to supposedly seat twelve adults and with enough character to run its own comedy night) turned through the contrast of grey concrete decorated with colour and chaos of the city streets. Twisting and turning, leaving behind the concrete structures, moped and vehicle pollution and instead moving forwards as the view opened up into the fresh air of the countryside and bamboo structures ahead.
Barefoot.
Is it coincidence that this morning I looked at my bare feet, amazed at how the bright pink nail varnish that I had applied in Ubud almost two months ago was still there – reminding me daily of the warm love of Bali.