Mornings on Nusa Ceningan
They started crowing shortly after the sea waves had helped us fall asleep. They were still crowing at 2 and 4 am and at 5.30 I've had enough. It was still slightly dark outside, I sneaked out from our beach hut and sat on the small terrace in front of it, facing the pool and the blue lagoon. Wooden boats rocked softly on the waves.
The only audible sound was made by the waves, with a seldom interruption by a cockerel. I sat in silence through the sunrise and went to get my camera. Around 6.30 staff members started setting up for breakfast. Hens were wandering freely on the grounds between beach huts and sun loungers. I took some pictures, poured myself a cup of black coffee and read a book until J woke up.
The night before I wasn't sure if we should have had come to Nusa Ceningan, it was a bit of splurge to stay at Le Pirate Beach Club. Now I remember those quiet mornings as some of the best memories from Bali. Waking up early, sitting outside with the sea in front of me and an odd hen passing by. I wondered if I would ever have a chance to live by the sea. What would it be like, if this quiet time could become my everyday? I decided to add to my bucket list: live by the sea for at least a couple of months. But without cockerels.