Stranded off the coast of East Java on an uncharted isle, I was completely lost, shipwrecked and alone. But I did what any swashbuckling - vagabonding - architect would do. I built. I took the remnants of my seafaring vessel and constructed a fantastical Far East abode. Elevated amongst centuries old banyans and swaying coconuts, I’d hoped this vantage would save me from my isolated plight!
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The wanderlust was palpable, coursing through my veins like a suburban kid on Christmas Eve. I was in the midst of embarking on a new but familiar jaunt. 36 hours skyward, crossing frigid mountains, interminable oceans, and ever-changing continents, all to be reunited with 'The Last Paradise,' Bali.
Imagine a 'secret jungle' with inquisitive monkeys who rule over sacred temples and century old banyan trees. Sit quietly and hear the sounds of rushing ravines.....drift a little.....see and smell the vivid colour of flower offerings and sweet Balinese incense. This isn't Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's "The Lost World," it's the Ubud Sacred Monkey Forest, a must-see attraction for any visitor to Bali, 'Island of the Gods.'