Not only that Balinese have their own and private temple to pray but they have a designated room for the honeymooners, so the groom and bride don’t have to leave somewhere else for that. I mean, I don’t understand why they would go for the honeymoon when they have the honeysun (year aka month, do you know what I mean? No? It’s ok, neither do I).
The debate is: why it’s called honeymoon? And the winner is Kathrin who said literally: “because it’s the end”.
Don’t mind me, just some reflections about the cultural differences and stuff.
Biking along Gili Meno is pure bliss. You get to see the endless golden beaches with the amazing clear turquoise waters, nature is mind blowing in every possible way – colourful, perfect to the detail, every picture i take beats all the postcards I have ever dreamt of.
So long beautiful bliss. I will never forget you.
Going back to Bali today – in the north – in the little village called Kubu.