Bali
Kuta had to be Bali‘s hell
When I arrived in Denpasar I first had to get past the “taxi-mafia” to find a “normal” taxi to get to Kuta. I instantly realized Kuta had to be Bali‘s hell – it felt like being at the Ballermann, Majorca‘s notorious touristic party area.
The following day I walked to much quieter Seminyak, where I spent some days with friends, wonderful people, I also celebrated my birthday with.
While my friends then travelled to the Gili Islands, I made my way across the rice fields to Canggu, where this series of photographs starts.
