It wasn’t my first time on the beautiful, volcanic island of Bali, but it was the first time that I had no idea how it would turn out to be. The car ride, was about three hours long, heading north, a region of the island I had never been before. Looking through the window I started noticing changes in the landscape, less people and cars, steep mountain range, dense and exotic palm tree forests, monkeys… I was even able to notice a slight change in the temperature when a fresh breeze came in through the open car window.
I woke up in the same car; the engine was then switched off. The passenger’s door opened fast and I could only hear people, laughing and shouting words that I did not understand. The whole town was there, waiting for my arrival. I was firstly astonished, but I rapidly understood. In my hometown I was simply Marina, here I was the first “bule” (foreigner) willing to help them.