The deadly cliffs of central Bali

The team and I made our way from a harmonious three days in Tejakula, the northern part of Bali, down to Ubud. The locals who ran our lodging offered to take us by car - one of many generous gestures when visiting Bali. The roads were treacherous from the rain, and fog lined the edges of the course. The driver was an experienced professional, but still our hearts pounded as it was monsoon season.

Moments of unease when cliffs suddenly appeared on either side of us. The fact that people live along these edges was incredible to see. If you focused hard enough, you could see the drop of vegetation and rock through the heavy mist. The journey drifted in and out of bluffs back to average contained roads. On certain descents, the vehicle was definitely hydroplaning against a layer of rushing water. "Maybe not the best day to be doing this?" we thought. Nevertheless, we had to stick to the schedule.

In total the ride lasted just over two hours.

Two hours of hastening adrenaline and apprehension, but we made it to Ubud; the village of rice fields and artisan crafts.

"Hello gorgeous!" we all yelled as we opened the car doors to the next part of our journey.

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