Day 9- no more day 8



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Days in Bali are a whirlwind of highs and lows! (lows being crashing at 9pm because you can’t seem to stop waking up at 6pm) 

We spend our days by the sea side, sipping on young coconuts, popping into cafes and coffee shops, drinking everything from Kombucha to lattes, and shopping for endless amounts of time in Seminyak. Most of the shopping here is repetitive, however you can find some amazing things if you only look. 

Personally I prefer the boutiques (in A/C and out of the sticky humidity) than the market places that are so cluttered with EVERYTHING you could think of. (Even knock off Kylie Lipstick and Fidget spinners).

It is hard to find authentic Balinese items in the town squares of Seminyak and Canggu, however I want to attempt the artisan markets of Ubud and hunt down some handmade art*ifacts. 



Day 6 & 7


Day 6&7


FOLLOW: @roxellecho + @fusedhawaii + @vprincemusic for their BALI Journeys 

Where can you go from your fancy villa on a scooter, to a smoothie bowl shack,to a posh non-toxic nail spa @mariacurau_bali, and then through rice fields, and experience crazy first world driving? Bali it is! 

It is interesting to drive around in Denpasar and see how the lack of laws can result in such fluidity. It’s thought provoking to think that maybe we are being choked in America by all the laws of the road. 


Driving in Bali is defensive.

In Hawaii, driving is mostly aggressive. 

When you hear a horn blare it is because someone is angry, however here in this small corner of the world (where people drive on the left side of the road) little beeps of your horn are done to help one another. You signal one another to go, to stop, or to say thank you - Terima kasih


Water Rafting is an experience to be remembered for a long time, and it was a different experience than originally thought to be. I went to Ubud with my friends Victoria and Graham, and our driver Ketut. 

We walked down what must have felt like a thousand stairs to a river bed with many different rafts and tour guides, each with their own colors and ways of doing things. Victoria and Graham took the front of the raft, I took the middle next to a woman from Iran who spoke Persian, and her two companions followed in the back. 


Our tour/river guides name was André, and he was adept at guiding us through the raging waters of the stream. We passed river rocks and then safely over them. We were all told to follow the simple commands like: “forward together”, “stop”, “jiggy jiggy”, and “boom boom”. 

Working together was difficult at first, yet it started to come together slowly. Don’t get me wrong, we were no team. 


The tour guides all along the river had fun making trouble splashing us with the paddles and shouting out “anaconda!” even though in reality it was just a lizard swimming peacefully by.


The tour guide liked to especially make fun of me by grabbing the back of my life vest and tossing me into the river.  They were safe places to swim, but he just enjoyed the reaction. 


They say the river we were on was called Ayung River in Ubud. They said it means beautiful like a woman is beautiful. 


One of the tour guides at the little waterfall we stopped at asked me if i loved Bali, and then asked if i loved him.


On the final leg of the journey the Iranians sang songs in Persian with the clapping of their hands down the river. It was a very ethnic experience. 


On the way back up we had to climb what now felt like 2 thousand steps up the side of the mountain. 


Being on the river in a foreign country was both sketchy and an amazing new experience. 


Day 5



Day 5


Today was long and not too bad in my books. I met some new cool people, and some old (not physically old) cool people in Bali. 


I enjoyed the sensation of a Balinese massage and I don’t think i will ever get use to the idea of someone waiting on me. Its strange not to have to make my bed in the morning or cook myself breakfast. It will be even stranger going back home to Hawaii and getting use to being my own servant again. 


I visited the wonderful Jungle Room Bali @jungleroombali ( )


It is like being transported to paradise with its lush surroundings,  beautiful joglo’s, and AMAZING POOL. I cannot emphasis that enough.  


All the rooms are so well designed it reminds me only of the mixture of the tropics of Bali mixed with the taste of gypsies. I loved everything about everything, from the half tea cups and dishes cemented into the walls to the hanging chairs in the lobby. 


This lush paradise is well equipped with a juice bar that serves many things and one thing in particular- young coconuts. The staff is excellent and so helpful and sweet.


If you are visiting Bali - a trip and stay at the JungleRoom is a must. 


I met with model - Mina Winkel (@minawinkel) today at the JungleRoom and we shot many brands, including @fusedhawaii and @xixpalms ..


It was a photographers dream come true! 

Thank you to everyone involved!

Day 4


DAY 4 

Love is beautiful when it’s in its most natural and raw state. When people are uncomfortable doing something, yet push themselves to try new things together, this is when you know anything is possible. 


It can be from eating new foods, trying out a new culture, or even taking photographs together. It sounds easy to do a photoshoot with your love and partner, however in reality it can be a terrifying prospect. I respect and understand that taking photographs together is an intimate occurrence that you can only do right when comfortable and content. You may try and force yourself to look happy, but it is easy to decipher real smiles and fake ones. 


Sometimes you must force yourself to be uncomfortable and push yourself out of the box of contentment you reside in to reach a new extent of happiness and acceptance. 


Taking photos is terrifying because it forces you to stare at yourself and not just what you look like but your ability to embrace our flaws and imperfections (even though we might be the only ones who notice them). 


Day 2



Bali is magical. Two days in and i am in love with the wonderfully strange and the uniquely different of this island.

Canggu is a small beach town on the island of Bali. It has long stripes of beaches that day in and day out are visited by locals, tourists, and surfers alike. Villas of all different shapes and sizes liter the streets of Canggu. The most hipster shops happen to be situated next to broken sheds and stray dogs. Locals stand and sit on corners pedaling everything from “the best money exchange rate” to handmade goods. Food also differs from cheap to moderately expensive. A blue Volkswagen at a beaches dead end is heard playing loud club music while a man tosses liquor bottles into the air and selling drinks to beach goers. This is the wild west and almost anything goes.   

We drove around on scooters today and venturing further out each day I get a closer glimpse into daily life in Canggu. I have only to control myself from buying everything I first see because there is so much to do and purchase.  

Driving in Canggu is astonishing and leaves me in awe. How can so many people dance such a chaotic dance and yet be so structured and orderly? At this moment in time you might be surprised that I call the driving in Bali structured and orderly. I only mean, driving in Bali is so crazy and out of control that it has become a norm and learned part of life. People expect this piece of chaos and therefore it is a rule and accepted socially. 

Tomorrow is yet another day and yet another adventure.