UBUD, Indonesia — Time itself seems to take a holiday among Bali’s natural beauty, cultural richness and everyday traditions.
It’s becoming easy to see how days could stretch into weeks here. There have been mornings where I’m happy just to know what month it is. Knowing the date is a luxury.
The Balinese calendar specifies religious ceremonies at specific intervals, and they seem to happen more regularly than clockwork.
One day, there was a procession across Ubud’s Main Street — yes, that’s actually what they call it, though formally named Jalan Raya — with men and women in traditional garb, elaborate fruit offerings in giant gold-colored chalices and Balinese music. From what I gathered, it was meant to bring about an auspicious year in commerce.
As I stopped to watch and take photographs, one of the participants called out to me. A moment later, I recognized him as the son of the proprietor of Dewi Antara Homestay.
With such regular feasts, not to mention my own festive restaurant outings, and all the sights to see around Bali, it’s no wonder I’ve already overstayed my imagined schedule here.