Imagine fine white sand, and lazy waves rolling into shore. Imagine a man flying a ship-formed kite, and children playing on the beach. Imagine a golden glow sunset, a cool drink in your hand, and a snuggly bean bag.
Now add a musician in the next bar to the left, strumming a guitar and singing into a mike, with the speakers yanked up way too loud. Then add a stage with a band to your right, trying to blaze out any other sound on the beach. And finally add the bass vibes of your own bar, making your ears and lungs vibrate.
It is not a lovely loungey sunset. It is a cacophony and a night club on the beach. And it seems to be party heaven for Aussies. Thank goodness I only chose to stay one night. Never again, Seminyak.
(Seminyak, Bali, Indonesia; August 2015)