Uluwatu, Bali. A mythological cliff, as a preface to the sea. On top of it, a few villas spread as a rich sheet on an unmade bed, cubes of luxurious calm scattered around as if some funny old Balinese God had thrown them to chance into the majestic landscape.
Actually, no: a clever group of friends built them. They went to Bali, saw a lagoon, one of the very few on the Island, and said “building villas up on this cliff wouldn’t be such a bad idea”. And why not also move an inclinator down to the beach where a few people could swim in the beautiful sea.
A day in Uluwatu, remembering it’s divine origin. Going just a little to the south to the westernmost precinct of the Island, where the palatial Pura Luhur Temple sits quietly on the sacred steep cliff, protecting the Balinese from the formidable spirit of the sea. Then watch young males performing the Kecak dance, throwing up their arms in rhythm of the Ramayana monkey chant. Then make it back to the hotel, take the inclinator down to the beach, care for a cool drink at Finn’s, and see for a long time the melancholy wash of the setting sun. The sea has a country – Bali.