The Roads Less Traveled. To Gitgit We Go.
Bali’s humidity encompassed our bodies as we shuffled into the rental car. Alternative retro CDs were haphazardly placed in the glove box. A choose your own adventure soundtrack for our drive ahead.
Our car boated its way though the ocean of traffic bustling throughout the main roads. Cars honked loudly whilst scooters whelped to be heard.
To drown out the chorus of everyday Bali, I lucky dipped a CD out of the glove box. To my comforting surprise, I had selected a CD of ethereal Aboriginal Music. Oh how those songs reminded me of home.
I turned up the music, the symphony of chaos drowned out.
I looked to my Husband. We shared a secret smile, of being Newlyweds. Excited for the adventures we will encounter on our honeymoon. Anticipating the wondrous site we will soon see at Gitgit Waterfall.
The car juggled along, as mainstream Bali slowly transformed into acres and acres of freshly watered rice paddy fields. Waves of pe-tan-ie hats glimmered in the sunlight.
Slowly but surely we were getting closer to Gitgit.
The digital clock on the dash, flick, flick, flickered as the Kilometres rolled, rolled over.
I looked out the window, taking in all I could see.
Scooters, were fewer and further in between.
I turned to look to the horizon.
Villagers all in white started clustering together.
Offerings of fruit and flowers were carried upon women’s head. Elegantly and effortlessly they were following a pa-tu-lan-gan (bed like structure) held high, adorn with native flowers.
Silently I paid my my respects as we passed the procession.
As we journeyed on, we took a quick break.
My Husband thoughtful as he is brought sun-dried banana chips from a village vendor. The crisp banana chips melted in the mouth.
We sat upon the rocks and took in the vast landscape around us.
We were nearing Gitgit Waterfall.
The GPS droned on and on, telling us to go this way and that.
It took us a way, we least expected.
A mud road. With only two narrow concrete panels embedded in the ground. Indicating to us, to be precise as you drive along. If you turn the wheels ever-so slightly you’re surely to get bogged.
My heart galloped as my nerves were tested.
This road will surely test me. I thought to myself.
My husband recited words of comfort to me as we slowly drove along this questionable ‘road’.
I clinched my eyes shut. In hope it would bring comfort.
My hands were pressing against my lap. To which they would leave a hand-print on my leg for weeks to come.
We had finally met better roads.
A sigh of relief.
It was short lived as we got closer and closer to Gitgit the road was becoming ever-so winy and narrow as we drove down the mountain.
I looked out my window again.
The second I did.
I deeply regretted it.
All I saw was a great big drop along the mountain side.
Hands pressed against my lap once again. I clinched my eyes shut.
My Husband gave me a gentle nudge.
‘Look we are finally here. Here at Gitgit Waterfall’ he said with smile.
Relieved that we were no longer driving, I rushed out of the car.
We found a tour guide. Well more like he found us.
We started our stroll towards Gitgit.
Our tour guide pointed out trees of cocoa beans hidden between the walls of Mother Nature.
When we got closer and closer to the waterfall, vendors sat in their shops, pointing out all their intriguing items and clothing.
A whisper of flowing, rushing water slowly got louder and louder.
Gitgit was singing her welcome, to all that visit her.