Most memorable trip
Oh, my most memorable trip that’s gotta be when I went to Bali a couple of years ago. I mean, I’d seen pictures and heard all the hype, but actually being there was something else. The second I stepped off the plane, the air just smelled different—warm and kinda sweet, you know?
The best part was this tiny beach I stumbled upon while renting a scooter. I got a little lost (okay, really lost), but then I turned down this random road and—bam!—there it was: pure white sand, crystal-clear water, and barely anyone around. I just sat there for hours, listening to the waves, feeling like I’d found serene atmosphere.
And the food? It was truly wonderful. I ate a lot of nasi goreng and fresh mango—probably more than I should have! One evening, I tried an unusual-looking fruit at a local market. It was durian, and its smell was strong. But… Honestly, it wasn’t just the place—it was how free and happy I felt there. No schedules, no stress, just exploring and soaking it all in.