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Entry #10 - Bali Dream Holiday Contest

This Week A Dream Holiday Entry from A Reader in Portland, Maine, U.S.A..

(4/27/2002) You still have until the end of April to share your vision of a perfect dream holiday in Bali and win 2 tickets on Singapore Airlines, 7 nights at the Fours Seasons Private Estates Bali at Jimbaran Bay, tours and transfers from Bali Discovery Tours, rafting and cycling excursions from Sobek, luxurious spa treatments from Mandara Spa, a helicopter tour from Air Bali, and Cooking Lessons from Bumbu Bali/Rumah Bali.

Never Been to Bali? - Not a problem and, perhaps, your entry will help resolve that particular emptiness in your soul. Entries are welcome from everyone in every form, from both veteran travelers to Bali or those who have only dreamed of visiting our tropical paradise.

Sydney Hayes from Portland, Maine, U.S.A., is this week's featured entry in the Bali Dream Holiday Contest.

Anything is possible

I come to Bali with my mind worn out; my parts need replacing. My dreams are plagued by 28 telephones ringing. Twenty-eight lines coming in, 6 people to answer them. Deadlines, client's demands, shipping, overhead, customer services, I cannot sleep.

Bali washes the bad dreams away like a hard rain. Beats down on the top of my head until I hear nothing but the roar of relentless water. I am watered. The sun comes out and I turn to it like a hungry indoor plant.

Incense like colors. Colors like tastes. My senses are saturated, leaving nothing but this moment. I stumble in the street. Children giggle and I smile back. Their laughter warms my back.

Bali works on me like a natural masseuse. Bali knows where the tight spots are. Bali knows where it hurts.

I am haggling with the man over 43 cents. He is patient. His easy smile is steady and he assures me, he is not offended. I see my own face and I am stopped in my monologue. I am one of my clients. I pause and breathe. He watches me quietly, he waits. We sit on the steps side by side. We chat about everything and nothing. The 43 cents is forgotten. We watch the people go (the infusion of colors jettisons my black and white vision). My watch ceases to have meaning.

Bali has it's own time. Tired? It's naptime. Hungry? Time to eat. Lonely? Step outside.

The phones are a harmless memory dissolving in a persistent blue sea. My watch lies sleeping in a drawer. Nothing is that important. Anything is possible.

 

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