On Bali people live outdoors. The garden is part of the living room. The sea breeze blows gently along the dinner table, the kitchen and the couch to the lotus pond, the terrace, and the swimming pool and to the palms near the temple against the back wall of the garden.

The bedrooms have air conditioning to keep the sleep cool, but during day time the windows can be opened to let in the sea breeze. On the balcony of the bedroom you have your breakfast in the morning and at sunset a beer, the sea aquamarine, tangerine or almost black. The sky is aflame. Sometimes a tropical shower pours down.

The feeling that you had as a child when you crawled away in a tent or a tree-hut will return when you sit in the baleh bengong. To read, dream, sleep, eat a fruit platter, have a cocktail. It is next to the swimming pool. If it gets to hot, you dive in.

The gods have their own home within our home. Two temples dedicated to the Balinese gods keep peace and happiness in and demons out. Daily the servant brings offerings to the gods: little baskets with flowers and fruit.

As soon as the world wakes up, the birds start singing and the earth blushes like a bride, nothing is more wonderful than to walk to the sea, look at the foaming waves of the ocean and the beautiful shells whipped ashore. You are alone except for a fisherman who throws his nets in the sea and draws his catch in.