8 August 2017, Febri's hotel, Kuta, Bali Indonesia
Room 1221. Every morning kites would soar high in the skies. Sounds of roosters, pigeons, dogs, bikes and people busy rustling about their day will fill the air, interlaced by smells of golden magnolias and faint gasoline of motors. Squirrels hop from buildings to tree branches foraging for food. A gentle breeze is always constant, holding kites high up in the sky. Bali. Winter season in August. It's always great to be back, the languid days lounging by the beach or next to the pool at a private villa, Bintang or Bintang Radler in hand, gorging on tropical fruits - dragonfruit, salak, papaya, pineapple, watermelon, guava - cleaning our constant diet of nasi or mee gorengs, accompanied by more deep fried condiments ts such as scallions or chicken or coconut, with the kick of Indonesian sweet soy sauce or fiery chili, just the way any locals would have it
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