Bali on a Vespa

BALI ON A VESPA

After leaving Australia, I arrive in Bali, where I stay in a hostel waiting for my Vespa to arrive, shipped by air from Brisbane, with transit through Singapore.

I enjoy a few days as a tourist, savoring the flavours, habits and customs of a city that is very different from the young and modern ones visited in Australia and New Zealand. The metropolitan area of Bali is not a single city, with its own center, but are many small cities, we could define them as neighborhoods, one adjacent to the other. The origins start from Kuta, near the airport and all around rice fields, and then extend northwards where, among the various neighborhoods there is Canggu where I stayed. Living the daily life of the island, I notice the serenity of the Indonesian people, I have the impression that they live well, albeit in a context of poverty, if not sometimes of great hardship. I am very struck by the extreme friendliness of the people, those of the public establishments, but also those you meet on the street who never fail to give you a smile, a sign of kindness.

I’m fine but I’m not at peace, as always managing the importation of the Vespa can hide pitfalls that can generate problems that aren’t always solvable. Luckily everything is fine here, the documents arrive via DHL, I go to the bonded warehouse and customs, I manage all the import procedures without the need for a customs broker. I get by with 4 hours of bureaucracy and 90 euros of expenses, including handling the cash upon arrival. I’am in Bali on a Vespa, it’s a spectacle!

Finally ready to leave again, instead of immediately aiming to leave the island, I decide to join David and Alba, two Spanish guys I met in the hostel the days before. They are touring the island, even inside, aboard a rented scooter. Thanks to their indications, I visited spectacular places in the internal areas, staying in structures where every view from the room window gave me unique emotions.

It’s time to leave the island of Bali, I do it on a day where the rain has really decided to complicate everything. The road alternates between big climbs where the Vespa, due to the poor quality of the petrol, has a lot of difficulty climbing, almost to the point of not making it, and very steep descents where the slippery surface and the very steep slopes make me tremble. Luckily everything passes without any hitches.

I get on a dilapidated ferry and leave the island of Bali on a Vespa, the journey continues in the Java region, towards Jakarta, where I plan to arrive in a week.

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