Uluwatu, Bali. A mythological cliff, as a preface to the sea. On top of it, a few villas spread as a rich sheet on an unmade bed, cubes of luxurious calm scattered around as if some funny old Balinese God had thrown them to chance like dices, into the majestic landscape. Actually, no: a clever group of friends built them. They went to Bali, saw a lagoon, one of the very few on the Island, and said ?building villas up on this cliff wouldnt be such a bad idea?. And why not also move an inclinator down to the beach where a few people could swim in the beautiful sea. Then go have a drink at Finns Beach Club, the restaurant built on this private beach of civilization, and stare at the young light of the calm oceanic morning, thinking, maybe, as someone stated it ?the world is not enough, but its such a perfect place to start?. Or nothing at all, anything at all. A day in Uluwatu, remembering its divine origin. Going just a little to the south to the westernmost precinct of the
View MoreUluwatu, Bali. A mythological cliff, as a preface to the sea. On top of it, a few villas spread as a rich sheet on an unmade bed, cubes of luxurious calm scattered around as if some funny old Balinese God had thrown them to chance like dices, into the majestic landscape. Actually, no: a clever group of friends built them. They went to Bali, saw a lagoon, one of the very few on the Island, and said ?building villas up on this cliff wouldnt be such a bad idea?. And why not also move an inclinator down to the beach where a few people could swim in the beautiful sea. Then go have a drink at Finns Beach Club, the restaurant built on this private beach of civilization, and stare at the young light of the calm oceanic morning, thinking, maybe, as someone stated it ?the world is not enough, but its such a perfect place to start?. Or nothing at all, anything at all. A day in Uluwatu, remembering its divine origin. Going just a little to the south to the westernmost precinct of the