Notes from the road - edition 3: Brown Sugar and Medewi

I landed on Monday afternoon in Bali. The three-hour car ride from the airport to Medewi and Brown Sugar Surf Camp was one full of familiar sights and sounds. Cross roads and landmarks that I hadn’t even realised I remembered stood out like shining beacons as we drove past. I was finally here; my solo travel journey had begun.

It would seem strange to most then, that after a year of desperately wanting to be here, and initial feelings of such elation, that my feelings on the first one or two full days were mostly of frustration.

My expectations of Bali were centred around what I had seen of it previously in Canggu. Bustling streets lined with cafes. Co-working spaces, and endless opportunities for creativity. After all, I came to Bali wanting to create. To let myself go and do as I please, actively making decisions and taking actions that would allow me to continue living a life of travel.

But life in Medewi is vastly different to life in Canggu.

Wake up, eat breakfast, go surfing, eat again, work for a bit, surf again, eat some more, work or relax, go to bed.

In hindsight, I feel like a fool for allowing expectations and frustration to get the better of me. I started my trip at Brown Sugar because I wanted to learn a new skill and see a side of Bali I hadn’t seen before. Somewhere in the excitement of launching the blog and actually boarding that one-way flight, I lost sight of that.

As is the way of things, once I let go of the stress and pressure of constantly needing to be DOING something or creating content, life took on a much more peaceful countenance. Discovering a side of life in Bali not so heavily influenced by tourism and westernisation has made me appreciate the beauty in front of me and creativity has flown much more naturally.

Here are a few of my favourite snaps taken over the week.

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A local fisherman does his thing at sunset on Medewi Beach

A local fisherman does his thing at sunset on Medewi Beach

Andrew, one of my surf instructors, after a morning surf

Andrew, one of my surf instructors, after a morning surf

The view from the villa, Mt Batur at sunrise

The view from the villa, Mt Batur at sunrise

 Ultimately, I’ve realised just how awfully lucky I am to be here at Brown Sugar. The people are nice, the food is cheap and delicious, and the waves are good – everything you could possibly want out of a surf camp.

So, after my first week of solo travel, I’ve learned one very important lesson that I would like to pass on to you all.

Let go of expectation, for it is the death of fulfillment.

Until next week, happy voyaging!