Breaking Through: Rehabilitation Center

In December last year, I visited my very first rehab centre in Indonesia- Yayasan Breakthrough Missions Indonesia, Bogor. My high school arranged a voluntary visit to Jakarta’s very first private rehabilitation centre for people suffering from alcohol and drug addiction. As a student of psychology, I knew this experience would be unparalleled so I didn’t hesitate to wake up at 4am on a rainy Saturday morning, grab a notebook, a pen and my camera and head out to the bus that took me to the the rehab centre located 3 hours from where I lived.

Upon arrival, we were welcomed by an extremely wealthy-looking 23 year-old Chinese man named Andika. The very first thing I noticed about him was the huge collection of tattoos he featured all over his arms and his legs. Andika started off our seminar in a closed room resembling a study hall, where he held a mic and stood on a makeshift stage set up in front of a large projector screen. Needless to say, he had a lot to share. He told us about how Yayasan Breakthrough was his first-ever rehabilitation experience, one that he was forced into by his family after a long, tumultuous experience with drug and alcohol addition that started off in his late years as a teenager. He called his addiction days his “dark days” because he began wasting his time, wasting large sums of money on small amounts of drugs and his family and friends turned their backs on him because he chose the path of profanity over the people who loved, cared and cherished him- including the woman he loved.

Andika studied from a well-regarded high school in Jakarta, attended university in Hong Kong and rotated between Indonesia, Hong Kong and Thailand as a part of his job. He told us how initially, it pinched him to spend so much of his own, hard-earned money on drugs- but eventually it turned into a ritual. Twice a week after work he would take a detour before heading home, knowing that the money in his pocket would soon be replaced by little sachets of poison.

Just like the other 25 people attending the rehab centre, Andika labelled his experience an “addiction cycle for escape.” I found this paradoxical- a ‘cycle’ generally connotes endlessness, yet the word ‘escape’ suggested the opposite. Clearly curious, I asked why. He mentioned how drugs have a long-standing illusory effect on the consumer that makes them feel like it is pulling them away from reality; he used the words ‘stairway to heaven’ to describe the utopian feeling. Slowly but surely, they made him feel like he was living a better, happier and more appealing life- one that didn’t create bruises from the bitterness and the harshness of reality. He was living in another dimension altogether, and he didn’t realise this until his sister held up a mirror in front of his face and all he could see were the beat-up, zombie-like remnants of a once perfect man.

Yayasan Breakthrough specialises in cases like Andika’s, where well-todo men and women come to seek healing after realising that their lives are spiralling downwards. With 25 attendees and 15 facilitators who were once victims of drug abuse themselves, a 15-18 month long, spiritually-led program helps pull the addicts out of their plummeting condition. Once admitted, newbies are kept in an isolated, barred, jail-like compound known as the ‘Cold Turkey’ for a week, where even their food is served to them in trays that are pushed under the door of their cells. According to Mr. Alex Nio, the founder of Yaysan Breakthrough, the Cold Turkey stage makes addicts feel stressed, guilty and scared because they get time to ruminate and realise the severity of the situation they’re in; it literally forces them to think about all they have lost and all they could have gained instead. The next three months are spent in the cleaning area, where addicts are in charge of completing chores and duties that involve washing the dishes, sweeping the floor, tidying beds, hand washing clothes and preparing meals on a daily basis.


After 3-6 months, addicts join workshops that help them build on transferrable life skills that will help them assimilate back into reality once they’ve completed their rehabilitation program. The workshop involves activities such as catering, doing the laundry, landscaping, gardening, carving and framing paintings. Some of the facilitators even taught us how to carve our own wooden ornaments using a hammer and a nail!




The healing-process that Yayasan Breakthrough specialises in revolves around religion; specifically, Christianity. Addicts are required to spend at least an hour in the library daily, where they get to choose from a range of books that feature elements of Christianity. The commitment and dedication towards God helps the addicts recenter their focus towards more positive things in life, so much that they start expressing gratitude for everything they have. Biweekly seminars encourage discussions about the Bible and about God in general, which last for roughly 2 hours each time.


As I waked through the rehab centre I got the chance to visit the rooms of the addicts: arranged in bunkers, 4-8 people stayed in a single room that had nothing but a bed, a cupboard, a table, a few chairs and a ceiling fan. Considering the fact that most of the addicts came from wealthy families, these rooms gave form to the feeling of being snatched from all the luxury and comfort they were used to. The rooms presented nothing but the bare minimum, which made this feeling even more tangible. Some of the tables feature photographs of the families of the addicts- a small memoir to motivate and remind them of what is waiting for them after their battle.



My experience at Yayasan Breakthrough Missions Indonesia was one that has etched itself into my memory. Besides the obvious struggle of being addicted to drugs and alcohol, the rehab centre has taught me how there is opportunity to heal in even when this struggle may seem endless.


I have always been rather silent about this but after I watched Philando Castile being shot four times without even a moment of hesitation, something in me just cracked. We’ve always been taught that policemen are concrete representations of the judicial system and fight for what is right. Obviously, this isn’t what the countless ‘casualties’ prove; the lynching of the black community has become so common that they have to mentally prepare themselves for the fact that they might potentially be victims of gun violence every time they leave their houses. This is exactly what Philando Castile resorted to too- he was equipped with a licensed gun, one that he’d use to protect his wife and his four-year-old daughter. Little did he know, the simple act of taking out his drivers license would leave his daughter without a father and his wife without a husband. It kills me to know that the officers responsible have only been placed on ‘administrative leave,’ while the black community bears witness to another loss, another defeat and another bullet.

Murder isn’t legal- being a bystander and remaining indifferent translates to identifying yourself with a society that hones on ideas of interracial violence and institutional racism. Being a person of colour shouldn’t come with the need to be immune to a life filled with fear. the deaths of Philando Castile and Alton Sterling were completely unjustified and we need to use our privilege to help.

SummerSeries: Green Canyon

Our trip to the Green Canyon, located in Pangadaran, was spontaneous and filled with adventure. The day was divided into two parts: the first half of the day was to be spent at the Green Canyon, while the second half was booked for its more tourist-clad counterpart, the Green Valley.

The Green Canyon was not meant for the faint hearted. A trip through the Green Canyon came with a mandatory life jacket and a large possibility of catching malaria. Everyone within the long body of bluish-green water had a bright orange life jacket on, making them look like bright lights arranged parallel to one another against the contrasting colour of the water. The motto of the swim through the Green Canyon was definitely ‘keep moving forward’ despite the likelihood of tripping over large, roughly-edged rocks hidden beneath the moving water, or the possibility of getting trampled over by the large number of people scared of losing contact with the water bed.

My visit to the Green Canyon was centred around the fact that:

1. I’d get to swing on a rope and fall into the water

2. I’d get to climb a cliff and fall into the water

Yes, I really wanted to have a Tarzan moment. There were three options when it came to the cliff-jumping, each one from a higher platform than the other. I didn’t fully embrace my daredevil instincts because I chose the middle option, yet it was enough to scoff at those who chose to jump off the lowest surface. The plunge into the running water was cold and refreshing; I needed to make sure I didn’t land headfirst while simultaneously manage to not get washed away by the powerful current. The rope jump took place from a moderately low level, therefore there were a lot of people who wanted to experience jumping into the canyon while still being able to position themselves on a safe distance away from the ground.


The second half of our day featured the locally-coveted Green Valley: a much more aesthetically appealing version of the Green Canyon, with much larger boulders and rock surfaces. The valley’s sized called for the need for boats, which then called for the need to patiently wait in a long queue for a ticket. Despite the dreaded hour-long wait, the valley was beyond breathtaking- a true Indonesian gem.



The erosion from the strong current of the moving water resulted in large hollows within the boulders lining the valley. On the boat ride around the ridge, there were moments of notorious darkness when there was nothing visible except the tangible presence of the rocks creating a roof above, and the moments when everything was illuminated enough to be visible featured rock-formations that made the valley seem like an art piece my mother nature herself.




Bali Edition: Food Ventures 

A large part of our trip was focused on what to eat and where to eat it, so I decided that it would be a great idea to dedicate a single post just to our food adventures in Bali. Before I divulge, I’d like to mention that every single restaurant we tried in Bali- whether big or small, fancy or simple- had amazing food.

Sisterfields, Seminyak:

Located in the heart of the more posh counterpart of Kuta, Sisterfields was able to create a lot of hype among the visitors of the island. I, too, fell for this hype. I came across Sisterfields multiple times as I was scrolling along my Instagram feed, and I knew that I had to visit it the next time I flew down to Bali.

Sisterfields, the quintessential brunch place, represented an ideal Australian cafe. Even before going through the menu, I knew that I’d find items such as avocado toast, eggs benedict and the typical açaí bowl. Each of us guzzled on our individual dishes. #OnTheMenu: Smoothie made of passionfruit, berries, mango, coconut nectar and house made nut milk, cold sago pudding with diced mango, puffed wild rice, mango sorbet, lychee foam and micro komangi, a classic chicken sandwich with creole chutney, cabbage coleslaw, roasted tomato and wholegrain mustard aioli, smashed avocado on the side and one courgette mini feta and falafel salad with crispy quinoa, chilli and a light drizzle of lemon vinaigrette.


The popular cafe was larger than most, with two outdoor sections and one main indoor area. Sisterfield’s interiors featured a lot of classic hanging yellow-bulbed lamps, dark wood panelling to contrast the light-coloured walls, and an occasional pop of green was provided by the scattered pots of plants. The tinted glass separating the inside from the outside acted as a shield from the scorching hot Seminyak sun. The floor of the restaurant had a busy, kaleidoscopic pattern that juxtaposed the simple approach to the interiors that lay above. Charcoal-cloured metallic grid-like structures left everything for display: varieties of baguettes were stacked neatly against one another, paper bags containing either raisin or blueberry-flavored granola were arranged in an orderly manner and there was even a bar-like area behind the cashier’s table, except it contained an exotic array of honey instead of alcohol.


Nalu Bowls, Uluwatu:

Allegedly holding the title of Bali’s first ever smoothie bowl shack, Nalu Bowls catered to those who were looking for a calorie-concious, yet refreshing cold treat to devour on those typically sunny Bali days. I visited two of the three Nalu branches: Seminyak followed by Uluwatu. Experimenting on some homemade healthy fruit bowls myself, I really wanted to try a professionally-made smoothie bowl.


Nalu Bowls did not disappoint. Over the course of both our trips to the smoothie shack, we had tasted a total of three out of six tropical concoctions. First, we tried the Ululuwatu bowl (ironically, at the Seminyak branch), which contained dragon fruit, banana, papaya, raspberry and a little bit of apple juice for dilution. Topped with mango, strawberries, coconut flakes, granola and honey, this bowl was definitely my favourite. It had a rich strawberry-pink colour and it was a lot less sour than the berry bowl I had attempted to make at home. While my sister and I satiated our hunger with the Ululwatu bowl, my parents went for the ‘Teahupoo’ bowl containing a healthier mix of spinach, ginger, banana, orange, pineapple, mango and apple juice that gave it a leafy green colour. Topped with coconut, sunflower seeds, banana and granola bits, this bowl was truly meant for those who were dedicated to sacrifice its taste for its nutritional value. Lastly, we experimented with the ‘Pipeline’ bowl, which turned out to be my sister’s favourite. Pipeline was the most exotic of the three; a brew of banana, pineapple, coconut, coconut milk and coconut water, it was the perfect bowl to suit the calm Ululwatu breeze.



Single Fin, Uluwatu:

Single Fin has earned the position of one of the more popular restaurants in Bali, and one can’t deny its right for this status- rested atop one of the bigger cliffs, it has the most spectacular view of the ocean and served as the perfect place to watch the sun disappear into the Prussian blue water.


Needing to make a reservation 2 days prior to the actual visit, Single Fin had a lot of Bali-goers wanting to enjoy the view it had to offer. People seemed to be chatting away for hours while appreciating the beauty that lay before them.

Unfortunately, while we were sitting on one of the tables on the roof top, it started to pour. We had to  retreat back in to the covered area of the restaurant multiple times before we could properly sit outside. We ordered a pizza and some fries. I also happened to drink my first ever sangria at Single Fin, which celebrated our little getaway.



Motel Mexicola, Seminyak:

Motel Mexicola is one of those few restaurants in Bali that is less of a restaurant and more of a tourist attraction. With a description like “the menu will make all the nachos and grey burritos you’ve ever ate look like the decaying corpse of Hernán Cortés,” one won’t think twice before putting it on their Bali list.

We visited Motel Mexicola during the afternoon, with the motive of capturing some good shots of the restaurant while it was bright. Oddly enough, during my previous visits to Bali, I had passed the restaurant multiple times to get to someplace else. Little did I know, we’d be dedicating an entire afternoon of our short trip to the restaurant with the crazy Dia de Muertos themed blue patterned wall. Obviously, the misleading blue exterior of the restaurant was nothing in comparison to what lay inside. The entrance established the restaurant’s vibe: vintage, framed photos of people were decorated alongside large, upturned pom-pom like things, which added colour against the blue tiled background.


At first, the inside of the restaurant seemed to look like an interior designers worst nightmare- everything was coloured brightly, everything was dressed with a pattern of some sort, the zig-zag wall was put against the checkered tiles and the checkered tiles were put against the thatched roof. Everything so starkly contrasted each other, yet it seemed to work. After taking it all in for a little while, the novelty of it all started to kick in. The patterns were intricate and beautifully painted, the colours seemed to pop in such a way that it was rather refreshing to see, the area seemed to be effortlessly airy and the cacti just added to the whole Texan saloon look.

The restaurant seemed to have been decorated primarily by these abstractly painted white surfaces, large mirrors, closely placed bunches of yellow lights and of course, colourful bottles of exotic liquor.






#OnTheMenu: Totopos: homemade chorizo, black beans, pico de gallo, salted cheese and corn chips, Rollos: crispy pastry, sautéed potato, tomato, onion, sour cream and cabbage salad, Tacos Carnitas: slow cooked pork shoulder, avocado, chicharron and salsa macha and lastly Tacos de Pollo: chargrilled ‘al pastor’ chicken, pico de gallo and red cabbage.



Pitaya Self-Serve Frozen Yoghurt, Seminyak:  

During a long day of shopping, we decided to take the healthier way out and have some froyo instead of Bali’s popular creamy gelato in order to escape the scorching Kuta heat. We filled our Pitaya bowls with flavours like mango, coconut and berries- the typical tropical trio- and I topped it off with my favourites: chocolate chips, granola, mini marshmallows and some raspberries.




Warung Souvalki, Kuta:

My sister and I were checking out some second-hand bookshops one morning, when we came across this white and blue, Santorini themed restaurant just five minutes away from our hotel. Already overflowing with places to eat, we saved Warung Soulvaki for the last bit of our Bali list.


The restaurant featured a beautiful mural entitled “Santorini Sunset,” which added to the whole Greek vibe of the restaurant. Everything was coloured white and blue- the seats were uniformly white, with tables in the same colour, while the duvets were a deep shade of ocean blue, with cushions in different shades of the same colour. Large, dome-shaped while lanterns hung from the also white ceiling, pops of bright colours were provided by the hot pink, magenta, teal and saphire-coloured table ornaments.

#OnTheMenu- spinach pie: pie with spinach and feta cheese, the traditional greek salad, Pastitsio: penne with minced beef and creamy sauce, BBQ chicken with a side of french fries, bruschetta with pita bread and Souvlaki pita: pita bread with chicken, tomato, onions and tzatziki.


Nasi Campur, Kuta:

Our last lunch in Bali featured a meal coveted by both the locals and the tourists of Bali- Nasi Campur. ‘Nasi Campur’ translated into English literally means mixed rice, which doesn’t really do the job of explaining what the concept of this dish is all about. A meal featuring Nasi Campur would ideally translate to a bamboo plate with one upturned bowl of rice, and a plethora of local dishes to choose from. Almost like food in a school canteen, one gets to pick what and how much of something they want to put beside their mound of rice. These dishes include everything from vegetables, pickles, meat and various forms of sauces to drizzle on the rice. Compared to our other meals that didn’t amount to anything below $40, this meal seemed to have made the cut at just $7.




Bali Edition: Secret Beaches

Today really was the ultimate ‘carpe diem‘ day. Setting up our alarms at sharp 5:00 a.m, today we were headed to see the sunrise from the place it is meant to be viewed- the beach. Having conquered Melasti Beach already, we were determined to visit two more- all within the span of 3 hours.

Leaving our hotel room at 6:00, we needed to return before 9 a.m so that we could catch the breakfast buffet. Since it was so early in the morning, the sky hadn’t turned blue yet. The drive towards our first beach, Suluban Beach, was one I will never forget.  The world felt small and familiar as we drove past the undisturbed Ululwatu streets. I extended my hand out the car window into a flat shape and I felt the air trying to resist my motion. My face soon turned damp with the humidity of the cool air and time seemed to pass by seamlessly. No people, no cars, no traffic- I saw a completely new side to the little island I frequented. The notorious silence was soon replaced with the sound of rain. Drops of rain started to fall on the roof of the car, creating a sound so soothing and tranquil that I wanted to record it and play it again at my will. There were occasional bursts of lightning that illuminated the dark sky into an electric blue colour.

Using google maps to navigate our way, we realised that it would take much more than just that to get us to the beach. Suluban lay much lower than any car could access, so we had to descend a flight of over 200 steps to reach the coveted spot. Some of these steps were so steep and slippery from the recent rain that it was near impossible not to slip.


100 steps down, the little sliver of hope we had left was starting to wear off. The steps just weren’t ending and the way back up would be even more taxing. Yet, we kept moving forward. The sight that lay down those flight of stairs is one I wish I could wake up to every single day of my life. Resting amid two large cliffs was a little section of the beach with water so blue that it almost merged with the sky. Cave-like hollows were built as a result of erosion and more little openings formed from spaces between the rocks.




A staircase that started within the cave ascended into a gap between the large boulders, where a cute little restaurant named ‘Delphi’s Cave’ rested. Delphi’s Cave was positioned in such a way that it featured the most spectacular view of what was being missed from the bottom of the set of stairs. From down, one could only appreciate the water and the muti-tiered rocks from up close, but from up there, one was able to take in the true size of it all.





Due to the recent downpour, our view from up the restaurant even featured half of the most beautiful rainbow I had ever seen. I’ve never really witnessed a rainbow forming on top of an ocean: the arc of seven colours seemed to have materialised from nothing but a massive body of strikingly blue water- I wonder whether the pot of gold had sunk in or lay floating? Surprisingly, the colour of the sky outside the arc and the colour of the sky within the arc seemed like different shades of blue- the lighter hue within the arc and the darker hue making up the rest of the morning sky.


After enjoying a mandatory morning coffee, we realised it was already 7:30 a.m and we needed to head for our next destination: Padang-Padang Beach. The entrance to Padang-Padang was not nearly as arduous as the one to Suluban. There was even a mandatory visiting charge- Rp. 5,000 for children and Rp. 10,000 adults- that clearly indicated how commercial this beach was. Yet, when we made our way towards the beach, it showed no signs of its alleged popularity among the tourists- not a single person was on the beach. The entrance seemed to form from within a large rock, like a hollow carved into a flight of stairs that descended straight to the warm, soft sand.


Droplets of water began to trickle down from above, cautioning the arrival of a cloudburst. Since I had my camera with me, I needed to look for a place to sit and wait till the rain stopped so that I could capture the beauty that encompassed me. So we waited. We waited until we realised that waiting was not an option- we needed to get into the water. My sister and I stripped down to our swim clothes as we felt the cool drops of rain against our skin. Already half wet from the rain, we slowly made our way in to the water. The tide was low and quintessential for a little swim. I seemed to float effortlessly away from the shore, and trust me, it was a real job for my parents to coax me in to getting out of the water. In the water, I remembered how as a kid, I was terrified to paddle from the baby pool into the deep pool and the first time I found myself in the deep side of the pool was when my sister pushed me into it and I was screaming for help while half my mouth was full of chlorinated water. Despite the constant grudge I hold against her for pushing me into the pull, I can’t deny the fact that that’s when things started to change for the better. Soon, I was swimming laps in the deeper side of the pool and within another 6 years, I earned my official scuba diving certificate. Now, the water acts as my escape. Whenever I feel a little stressed out and my thoughts are clouded, I don’t hesitate to run a few laps in the pool.


Pandang-Padang soon became my favourite beach in Bali and I was dreading the departure.


Bali Edition: First Day 

Being the first proper getaway this summer, I couldn’t wait to reach Bali. Our flight took off at 8:15 a.m and the series of events that took place once I left Jakarta and before I reached Denpasar remains tucked away in my brain in the ‘things I don’t really remember because I was sleepy enough to hibernate’ lobe.

This trip, we decided to stay in Uluwatu for two days and in Kuta for three. For those of you foreign to these names, Kuta is Bali’s primary and most commercial area featuring a not-so-deserving black sand beach that has been (metaphorically) trampled on by the saturated tourist concentration of the area. Ululwatu, on the other hand, serves as the more quaint, more scenic and less hectic part of the island. Uluwatu is known for the fact that most beaches feature a limestone cliff or a gigantic rock-ending, which gives this area of Bali waves most surfers could only yearn for.

When we reached our hotel at 2 p.m, the sun was scorching hot and my face was already tingly with the typical Bali perspiration. Wasting no time at all, we headed towards the first destination on our Uluwatu-based checklist: Melasti Beach.

The drive towards the beach was pleasant; no passer-by, no honking cars, no traffic. As we got closer to the beach, I was able to realise the true intensity of Uluwatu’s “by the rock” and “by the cliff” policy. Melasti Beach was nestled behind dozens of gargantuan-sized limestone cliffs, and there were stairs that led up to the peak of each cliff for those who were willing to climb the endless ascend. Melasti Beach was so off the tourist grid that it didn’t even have a proper parking space, let alone any surf shops. Condescendingly, this is exactly what I was looking for – enchantingly blue water, no tourists, perfect photo opportunities- Melasti really did have features of an ideal ‘secret’ beach.

The pale exterior of the limestone cliffs perfectly contrasted the deep blue colour of the ocean, giving the beach a picture-perfect appeal. Cave-like hollows were etched into the lower surface of the cliffs, creating a nook for people to sit and watch the waves in. Wrecked boats and canoes were pulled aside, as if decorative artefacts, and little wooden sheds were starting to develop near the shore.




After enjoying the crystal clear water, we headed to a spot on higher ground so that we could capture a more panoramic view of the magnificent sight. Working our way up the limestone cliffs was no joke; the steep ascend was never-ending and quite the cardio. The cliffs were so steep that it seemed like my sister, who was much up ahead, was walking her way up to nothingness. Roads leading to the top of the cliff were of a jet-black, charcoal colour, which complemented the equally pale limestone surroundings.


The view from up the cliff was equally breathtaking. Standing on the beach and standing atop the cliff felt worlds apart: from down there, one was able to appreciate how beautifully the tide broke as it neared the shore, or how small shells lined the shoreline, as if welcoming each coming wave. From atop the cliff, one was able to admire the true expansiveness of the ocean, or the different shades of blue that coloured each tier of the water, which tended to merge into one another so well that the ocean morphed into a gradation painting. The view from atop the cliffs were so picturesque that there was even a wedding photoshoot going on on one of the higher spots.






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The latter part of our day consisted of visiting the Jimbaran area. Famous for its fresh-from-the-ocean seafood and high-end luxury hotels, Jimbaran was one of the main contenders on the day’s to-do list. The setting sun was the perfect backdrop against the line of seafood restaurants that spread their way before the shore. Each table came with a little candle to keep the mosquitoes away, though these lamps carried out their primary function less and instead helped the beachside tables look beautiful against the evening sky.




The line of restaurants featured Bali’s finest seafood, including the renown Menega Cafe that came with a waiting of an hour at the very least. The waiters were dressed in the traditional Balinese attire: a headband knotted upfront, a foot-length batik sarong and a solid shirt to complement the busy-patterned sarong. The restaurants served complementary peanuts and I couldn’t help myself but compare the peanuts to the complementary bread basket generally served in fine Italian restaurants.



Breaking our habit of always sticking with the chicken and the vegetables in the menu, we tried the restaurant’s more popular dishes: king prawns, grilled fish and fresh crabs. Each dish was cooked to perfection in the restaurant’s characteristic garlic sauce. The seafood came with a mandatory bamboo pot full of rice, Indonesian vegetables and an assortment of condiments to complement the smoky taste of the shellfish.


After filling our stomachs to the brim with the endless supply of rice and seafood, we topped off our meal with a half whiskey-cream, half hazelnut gelato from a nearby parlour.



Hi guys! I’m super excited to announce that I’m starting a new blog series entitled ‘SummerSeries.’ Just like the ‘Tuesdays with Tasha’ post, the SummerSeries is dedicated to my last summer in high school. This is the first time I’m properly documenting my summer, so I’m beyond thrilled to share every moment of these precious two months with all of you!

Tomorrow, I’ll be travelling to Bali- my little heaven on Earth. Albeit the fact that I’ve been to Bali several times already, this trip in particular is going to be super special because I’ll be documenting every part of my journey.

So stay put, exciting things are coming your way!