The hours are passing and together we're chasing the sun in a convoy of scooters. Our skin is tanned and our feet are bare, the wind tickles our scalp and our backpacks are full of takeaway food. We're riding to Echo Beach, where the smell of grilled fish and street corn lingers in the warm concrete and the sea is full of long-haired surfing babes catching barrels.
Last weekend the team went to Ubud to write and explore. We swum under waterfalls, lounged by the pool and clambered up abandoned buildings that had been fitted out with art and free wifi. I was in Ubud a couple of months ago, so I wasn't as excited to explore. However, we did decide to scoot from Canggu to Ubud through the rice fields and across the countryside and that cushioned the trip in a glimmering gold.
I don't like the idea of leaving this place, not at all.