I think this film was processed more quickly than my brain has been able to process everything that happened on this trip. I really don't even know where to begin...
I've been wanting to travel to Asia for a long time. A decade? Longer? I had always assumed I would go to India (for yoga) or Thailand (because everyone goes to Thailand), but Bali, or Indonesia in general, had never been on my radar.
I kid you not, I woke up in the morning about two months ago, and my first thought was, "I should buy a ticket to Bali." So I did. THEN I spent the rest of my day actually researching it (thank goodness it wasn't going to be monsoon season!), and I embarked on my two week journey a month and a half later.
I brought an old 35mm Canon AE-1 and shot Portra 400 the entire trip. I truly love the imperfect nature of film, particularly on an imperfect camera. Hell, I even lost an entire roll due to it being jostled in a motorbike accident (I prefer the story over that roll of film any day, but sadly my time at the ashram is not documented).
Honestly, there really isn't much more I can say because I'm still thinking about everything, but here are some snaps that hopefully do it justice.