10pm. The water shimmers, rays of orange from the pool light shoots under the water.
“Alright, cheers!” The 3 friends and I toast a drink. All is quiet in the back alley, leading away from the main street and into the entrance of our Bali villa. The land here in Seminyak used to be rice fields, now they are luxury villas for rent.
I tilt my head back and look at the stars, you can’t see these from my condo in downtown Toronto. And for a second, my thoughts drift back to this morning.
“What’s the deal today?” C. pours some orange juice for himself, but not before offering the container for the rest of the table. The four of us are sitting around the dining table, wolfing down a hearty breakfast.
“Beach” I mumble between bites and use the side of my fork to cut my eggs.
“Which one?” MJ cleans off the last piece of toast from his plate.
“All of them” E. smirks.
In the taxi van, I stare out the window and hold on to my backpack. The roads are filled with potholes. 3 days ago, we saw a woman fall from her scooter as she went over a hole in the street, E. helped her straighten her ride before she rode off.
At 10 in the morning, the sun beams down on us in 35C degree weather. Summer has already ended in Toronto but I’m not sure Bali ever sees cooler weather. The boys roll up their sleeves as we walk on the beach and try to get rid of their tan lines.
It doesn’t take long to find a good spot in the sand and lay back. I close my eyes and dose in and out of sleep.
Villa Mareva, or as we called it - the Cabin. 
Scooters is the primary mode of transportation
Monkeys at Uluwatu, some are less friendly than they seem
Uluwatu temple
A drink at Blue Heaven, overlooking Padang Padang
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