31st December 2019

In the heart of Bali, where the ocean’s whispers harmonize with the rhythm of the islands, the promise of New Year’s Eve hung in the air like a melody of celebration. Little did I know that this enchanting night would unfold into a captivating tale, as an unexpected rendezvous with an old friend added an extra layer of magic to the festivities.

As the clock ticked towards the year’s end, a delightful surprise awaited – my friend Gigi, a fellow adventurer from our escapades in Slovenia, was also in Bali. A quick exchange revealed her plans to bid farewell to the year on the lively shores of Kuta Beach. Invited to join this spontaneous celebration, I embraced the opportunity for a unique New Year’s Eve.

Opting for the nimbleness of a shared bike over a taxi, I gathered essentials and set out for Gigi’s hotel, eager to weave unforgettable memories into the fabric of the night. Together, we ventured through the vibrant market of Kuta, selecting beach dresses that would become our vibrant armor for the evening’s festivities.

Bali’s weather, known for its whimsical nature, surprised us with a sudden rain shower. Undeterred, we navigated the wet and humid streets, passing temples and charming seaside markets on our way to Gigi’s hostel – a hidden gem nestled in a compound adorned with a pool and a garden.

Dressing up for the night, Gigi graciously offered a spot in her hostel. Preferring the comfort of my own accommodation, I politely declined and made my way back to my chosen haven. As the clock neared 6 pm, we set out once again, exploring bustling markets and vibrant bars. Though the allure of Seminyak Beach beckoned, the joy of spending the night with Gigi led me to fully embrace her chosen plans.

Navigating through bars alive with salsa nights and captivating music, we witnessed the anticipation of others pre-booking spots for the upcoming fireworks. Adorned with fanciful crowns and eye-catching outfits, we unintentionally became the focal point of attention, with strangers eager to capture a piece of the magic we carried.

As midnight approached, Kuta Beach transformed into a canvas of celebration, fireworks painting the night sky with bursts of color. The cheers of the crowd echoed our own jubilation as we reveled in the lively atmosphere, dancing to the rhythm of the moment.

Post-fireworks, we strolled the streets in search of Bali’s renowned nightlife. However, many places had already concluded their festivities. Undeterred, we improvised, creating our own intimate celebration – a simple act of cutting a cake, a cherished tradition that traveled with me from past New Year’s Eves.

In the early hours of the morning, as the celebrations wound down, Gigi retired to her hotel. The challenge of securing transportation became apparent, with cabs and bike taxis elusive in the post-midnight quiet. Determination, however, found a solution, and with the first light of the new year painting the sky, I made my way back to my hostel for check-out.

This unexpected rendezvous with Gigi had added an extra layer of magic to my New Year’s Eve, etching a tale to be cherished from the Land of Gods. In the heart of Bali’s vibrant celebration, this night unfolded as a symphony of laughter, shared stories, and the spirit of adventure, leaving an indelible mark on the canvas of my travel journey.