I remember the warm nights when I heard the Hindu Chants echoing over the rice fields. My maids had left a few hours before, but my gardener usually stayed until sunset. On the other side of the natural river fence the rice farmers slowly packed up to go home, their joyful chatting faded and all I could hear were the crickets , the river flowing and the frogs starting their orchestra. There was such a peace in the moment, a stillness despite the natural sounds. I breathed in and out and my gaze wandered through the dark of the night over the pool, towards the Balinese Bale, the little house where guests would drink a tea or my visitors would lay down for a massage or an afternoon nap in the tropical heat of the day. Everything was as it should be, exactly as I have dreamed of it. I could hear a cracking of a huge tropical leaf or other small noises coming form the bushes, I was never afraid living on my own in this pure nature, but I always had a final glimpse, whether everything was alright, as if I would have looked after pets or family members .
Now it was just my garden, the starry Bali sky and the wilderness. I closed the doors and switched on the two huge ceiling fans. Here I was slowly falling asleep in a four poster bed covered by a mosquito net, windows open and enjoying the sounds of the night.
Life and experience in Bali from the perspective of our founder Christina in conjunction with our partners.