Hati hati in Canggu - Part two

In my last post I wrote about my hati-hati (means take care or be careful, and those wise words every local human says to you as soon as you go on the street and especially when you jump on your scooter/motobike) here in Bali. Today I would like to write about our shortcut here in Canggu, where at least once a day a car or motobike crash into the rice paddies. Usually I would never post something about accidents, but those here are, for the moment, just funny and I am happy that nobody got seriously injured. Once you crash in the shortcut you can be sure that you will be presented on "Canggu Community" (a Facebookpage about Canggus daily life).
The shortcut is a small path between Berawa and Batu Bolong (2 parts of Canggu, comparing in Ulm with Oststadt and Söflingen). On that way cars are usually only allowed one way, motobikes are free both ways. Usually, but what means usually here? Nothing! There is of course a proper road to drive around but due to traffic everybody tries to escape it and save time. Everyday cars are driving both ways. The road is tiny and bad, with bumps and holes, and of course too tiny for 2 cars at the same time. But who cares? So and because sometimes people ignore this fact (both, foreigners and locals) pics like this happen almost everyday. Sometimes there are scooter driver as well (and those are definitely only foreigners, mostly girls, no experience driving a scooter and sometimes drunk). OMG! At the end I really feel just sorry for the rice farmers as they lose an amount of rice plants. And the towing car owner is here the big winner! His business may grow everyday :-)
I pray everyday for the people to finally learn something from the things happening there and that never, never a serious accident will happen. And of course I pray for myself not to become a part of the Canggu Community posts :-)

All those pics are taken from Facebook, "Canggu Community"

The Canggu Studio

proudly present....The Canggu Studio Team :-)

Dangerous ha....Hati hati in Bali

I always thought if I die here, it will probably happen in the crazy traffic, driving too fast. Driving at night, maybe sometimes with some blood in the Bintang ;-), rocky and muddy roads, suddenly appearing rice patties, sand in the curves and often too fast is usually a guarantee for accidents here...But I realized latest today. No, traffic is not going to kill me. Falling objects are....It started already in India. In my first week I woke up at night, because parts of the roof top plates crashed down on me, as a coconut crashed down pretty hard. Days later a coconut crashed down next to a swinging bed, only maybe a breath away from me and hurt one of my yoga mates...instead of me as I was supposed to sit exactly there, where she was. Last week I was sitting in our shared kitchen as suddenly the roof over the terrace just came partly down...Nearly getting a heart attack I was just quiet sitting there and hopping that the roof over my head is still ok, not able to move and inform the owner.
And today yeah.....Guess what? An empty coconut shell, filled with a heavy plant, crashed exactly down, next to me, while I was enjoying my tasty lunch...Hmmm so I came now to the point, that all those objects still try to bring me down one day :-)
Over all those killing attacks, I just found this one and just look at those eyes...No Bali, I am still not ready to die here as long as you are giving me reasons like this to enjoy you for a bit longer...

My Bali family

Many of my german friends texting me asking what's new, what are you doing, how was your weekend? At the end I have here as well a kind of routine life. A typical weekend like back home doesn't exist here, and I am happy about it, because everyday is the same, nothing is closed on sunday and nobody is stressed waiting for the weekend to finally have a good free time. You enjoy everyday as it comes. When I not work or eat (which is super often :-) I read my book on the beach, I learn indonesian language (but to be honest I learn the most thru speaking with my local friends and the family where we live), I write my blog :-), going out sometimes and spend time with my international&local family. Spending time with them fills me with happiness and gratitude and today I want to tell you why.
I met my very good friend Noah already two years ago on Gili Air. He did my birds tattoo on my wrist and we stayed in contact afterwards for a while. Already on my second day in Canggu I met him on the street and realized, he just lives 2 minutes away from my home. Noah lives with a big nice group of lovely people, coming from several parts of Indonesia. But what I most like on them here is, that they all care about each other.
I didn't knew this before as unfortunately as I didn't spend so much time with the locals, but luckily I finally have the possibility to do now.
The people here have several jobs, they work more or less around the clock to earn money and mostly they have to care about a family back home as well. No work a day, no earn. And there is no insurance in behind to save it. But you know what? The people are still smiling, they always spend the evenings together, sitting together, playing guitar, singing...And those who earn something a day buy food and they all share together. They even share with me. Feelings like obstinate, selfish, envious and stingy just don't exist here. I like to sit and watch them. Those people taught me what it means being a family, to share and to care about each other, to give and to receive, to support each other instead of keeping everything just for yourself. They accept me in their group and in those moments I wish I could stay forever in this country. My heart belongs absolutely here.

Antoq and Tomy Panjul

GH Family Owen, Nikki, Anja, Yannick and Andy

GH Family Ramona, Lisa, Agustin

Sugara and Eric

Noah and Oman

My crazy brother Antoq

My bro Noah

Owen and Garcia

Beerpong Kings Noah and Oman

Garcia and Oman

Andy

My girls Ramona and Anja

Oman and Noah

Dee and me