I am high above the Ayun River floating in my private infinity pool watching the lightening storm...

However, this is not a picture of the place with the private infinity pool.  This is a picture of the place we stayed before the place with the private fancy pool.  This is Bambu Indah, probably the most unusual place I have ever stayed.  It is an "eco hotel" owned by a famous jewelry artist named John Hardy and it appears that he lives on this same property because we accidently found our way to their family kitchen which was way cool.  Our Afrika house was way cool too.  This is a picture of the "hotel" grounds overall.  There is so much to catch up on!!  Bali has been nothing like what I imagined  but it has met my expectations on memorable accommodations...

Sitting on the stoop of our Afrika house with our driver, Putu

The library in the lobby

The yoga space and whatever space.

Our room which had two net-covered beds on the floor with lamps inside making it the best fort.  This shows you the lovely table which had African antiques, hot water for tea, a refrigerator under the table, a beautiful carafe filled with water and wireless internet.

The reception at Bamboo Indah.

Every house here has statues.  There are SO MANY statues.  Isn't she great?  They all mean stuff but I don't know what she is about.

I should buy these guys and put them on either side of my Bali Pavillion

Many people dress their statues.  This island is mostly Hindu and these statues protect the house.  The black and white stands for the good and bad decisions we make and then the Karma we serve after making these decisions.  There is black and white checked fabric EVERYWHERE.  I love these guys.

Many homes of the wealthy are adorned with wooden sculptures around their compound that are so expressive.  Yes, I bought a couple of wooden sculptures to add to my house!  How could I resist?  These amazing wood carvers are all over the place in plain view.  I expected Bali to be like Greece with rice fields but it is nothing like that.  It is chock a block full of people, chickens, motorcycles, stone carving, wood carving, silver smithing, more chickens, crowing roosters, painters, poverty, more and more and more motorbikes and more and more and more.  It is even hard for ME to take in and I love over stimulation.  this place has been utterly overwhelming.

In front of our Afrika House there were a few tiny tables and chairs set up over the roaring river with this itty bitty teeny tiny wire separating you from certain death.  It was a spectacular view of rice fields and valley.