Barefoot in a rice field....

Its as if when the sun comes out and you are barefoot in a rice field that your perspective is clear and you can feel honest, pure happiness. We spent one sunny afternoon standing in the middle of a green colour palate in Gang Mango soaking up as much Bali as we could handle. The little rocky track weaves through a couple of rice fields that hide from the busy roads in Canggu. This little pocket of untouched beauty protects us from the traffic and chaos on our ride from home to Kerobokan and injects us daily with some pure Balinese beauty. One day, rather than riding through our little shortcut we stopped and took a walk around ducking and weaving through scooters taking the shortcut home. We made friends with a farmer, had a lesson on how rice grows and left brighter and happier. 

- Lexi