Following on from my last blog titled Bali Unseen
I have already commenced my next book about my life living in a Balinese Community with my husband, family and Village neighbours.
In the meantime I would like to share an excerpt from Scarlett Voices in the Shadows, which was the written from my perspective when I was only 19 years old.
The year was 1984.
I was a solo traveller.
The destination was Bali.
Although my life has taken many twists and turns, one thing remains the same.
My love affair with Bali has not only stayed the same, it has catapulted into a world of the extraordinary.
A world I could never have imagined when I was only 19 years old.
When I woke up, I suddenly realised I was alone. Mel was living with her boyfriend in the city of Denpasar located some distance from my hotel. I awoke disorientated and looked around my immaculate room.
I was jumping around in glee, feeling overwhelmed with excitement. I had two bamboo beds in my room, beautiful polished white floors, an immaculate bathroom with a shower and toilet and a beautiful photograph of a Balinese dancer on the wall.
I opened my door, embracing the panorama of Ramayana Seaside Cottages. I kept thinking, I am in heaven, this is heaven, I am definitely dreaming, how could I be staying in this tropical paradise?
It had taken me twelve months of saving to afford my package holiday. During this time, I had not gone out and spent money at the pub or bought any new clothes, which was an extremely tough challenge, as I loved fashion and adored buying new clothes.
I stood there scanning the luxurious setting. I was instantly in love with the pool area. I could see a beautiful open–thatched hut with brightly coloured cushions scattered around, frangipani plants in beautiful pots and garden beds cascading with exotic plants.
I sat down in the breakfast area and was immediately greeted by a beautiful girl dressed in a sarong and lace top known as a ‘kebaya’.
The banana pancake, tropical juice and fruit that were served were the most exotic foods I had ever seen and tasted.
I kept smiling, secretly imagining I was in an episode of Gilligan’s Island, which of course meant I had arrived in paradise and would never be able to leave. It was at this moment that I drifted off into a dream. I was dreaming of limitless possibilities, limitless, limitless worlds. I felt so calm, relaxed, hypnotised.
I was looking ahead, zoning in. I was seeing everything I believed was not possible. I was floating next to a beautiful woman, who was dressed identically to the waitress.She was placing three small beautiful arrangements of coloured flowers on top of a temple, delicately balancing a stick of incense on top.
The ritual continued as she splashed water over the small offering and proceeded to wave her hand in a fascinating magical movement over the flowers.
The aroma from the incense was potent, the ritual an intoxicating experience. I was floating, drifting, dancing into a world that wasn’t one I had ever known, a flight of fantasy, a craving, a knowing.
Thank you for reading my blog.
Sharon Karyasa © 2017
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