Modern world is a strange place. Before going anywhere, you could virtually ride the streets with google maps, look some photos via instagram, listen for stories of people, who already visited it and create kinda image of this place.
Sometimes expectations are too high. And sometimes reality beats them all.
I heard and read lots of thing about Java. Almost everyone, who i spoke told that its super inhabited, poor, unsafe, messy.. My close friend even described it as "The pain of soul". And know what? One moment I decided to feel that pain, just to see another kind of reality.
It still was dark when I arrived at Borobudur area and i've got no idea whether it'll be a sunrise, what landscape is around and where exactly I am. Only nimerous stars, strange jungle noises and lots of stairs...
Slowly darkness started to hern into misty rainforest with huge Borobudur in the heart of it. Rays of sun colored sky in soft pastel colors. Huge old volcanos dramatically stand out from darkness.
At that very moment I thought about phrase heard somewhere - "Bali is the morning of the World". With all love I have to this magic island, it's not Bali, it's Jawa! It's not the thing you can explain, you need to feel it.
Standing in the heart of most inhabited and most explosive (due to numerous volcanos) island in the World, the only feeling, overloading you, is harmony - with people around, with nature, with world and with yourself....
Riding through small village at the early morning you'll meet people. Young, old.. They all are busy with everyday routine - going to school, feeding animals, cooking.. and they're smiling. Happy and smiling, despite huge volcanos, that probably can kill them at every moment.
Every day here can be the last. But sun is rising - it means that everything will be okay.
So, Good Morning!