I never planned to think this much about timing. Honestly. When I first came to Bali, timing felt like something people discussed on forums, not something you felt in your body. I arrived because I could. Because I was tired of where I was. That was it. Later, someone asked

I didn’t plan to fall for Kuta. Honestly, I didn’t even plan to stay long. My original idea was simple: land in Bali, spend a night near the airport, then move on somewhere quieter. But plans change, especially when jet lag, heat, and curiosity mix together. That first walk along