When in Bali…
Do as the Balinese do. Turns out, they go rafting. Great news for me!
I’ve always enjoyed watching rafting on TV but never had a chance to do it. I guess the sport was just waiting for the right moment and the right moment came with Lynda.
Lynda is an adventurous soul, a pure traveller at heart. Meeting her was a real blessing as women like her don’t come along very often. Together with her friends, Mita and Trisna, Lynda planned to try something new this Sunday.
What rafting gives you that other things don’t?
My rafting initiation took place on the Telaga Waja river. When I set out from home that morning, I knew rafting was gonna be fun but I had no idea about the impact it was gonna have on me.
Riding around Bali is full of beautiful sights. With all the thick forests, mountains and rice fields, the island marvels constantly. However, just because you’re riding around, doesn’t mean that you’re gonna experience the jungle. You’re just an audience appreciating something attractive.
The beauty of rafting is that you get to go deep inside that jungle.
With the river, you’re accessing parts of the forest that have no paths. You’re surrounded by the intense and lush nature of Bali on both sides and there’s no running away from it. The smells of earth, flowers and leaves overtake your senses. The river runs quickly, so you have only a moment to appreciate what’s around you because the change of scenery is a breath away.
The mystery of the Telaga Waja River
When rafting the Telaga Waja river, you’re going to pass through an invisible ancient city, which can be seen only by people with the sixth sense.
If your sixth sense isn’t developed enough, you’re going to see what you saw before: a lot of shrubs, mountains and trees, but it’ll come with different energy. The sounds are hushed as if the river tried to flow as quietly as it could, not disturbing the noble silence of the ancient dwellings.
In the hands of a PRO. No. Not GoPro. Real Pro.
I mean our guide – Boma. Very professional. He was even wearing a helmet, looking just as ridiculous as us. Boma was a pleasure to be with but I reckon that he had a nice trip as well. After all, which man wouldn’t enjoy four amused girls in his raft?
Boma was rowing tirelessly, sparing our energy and calling to join in only from time to time (Forward! Forward! Duck! The verb, not the noun, as we were kindly explained.), which gave us more space to appreciate the river and the jungle.
Touristy enough, we finished the trip at a restaurant where everyone was handed a towel. Yes again, you do get wet when rafting.
That was another blessing of the day for me: I took a hot shower. First time in two weeks. Which is nothing, really. I mean, come on, two weeks?
Has it only been two weeks since I got here? Hold on, I have to check the calendar. Yup. Seems so. I feel it’s been ages. So many things have happened since I arrived that the time spent here seems much longer than two weeks.
Or maybe time just slows down when you get to a place like Bali?
We did our rafting with Sobek. Their route is the longest, you get a nice lunch afterwards, they pay fair to the local people and their river guides wear helmets. It’s something Mita pointed out. If he can take care of his own safety, you know he can take care of yours too.
And no. This is not an endorsed post. But it should be 😀