Hostels in Kintamani

View, calm, pool, atmosfere, Nature, room. I share this writing The mornings are very calm here. Most of them come to hike the volcano, so they leave before dawn and the place is almost empty. Yon and Kadek empty and fill the pools every day. They cut and water the plants with meditative music. They chat a little to the tourists, they smile at them like all good Balinese people and they say thank you in their language: “Suksama”. Tourists repeat it wrongly. Kadek is always with a smile. He brings Balinese coffee to people who decide to drink it from the thermal pools. I admire his energy, his smile and his calm and active sense of humor at the same time. His desire to encourage me to drink a shot of Arak and the toasted crumbs that he brings me for breakfast that I have never seen in all of Europe and that remind me of Argentina. The water in the pools reflects the sky, the mountains and the surrounding flowering plants. It is not clear where the sky is and where the earth. Which is the real and which is the reflection. Could it be that we are living on another plane here? Could it be that we die and we are in heaven? where time stands still and only what matters matters. Which, paradoxically, is what we always leave because it is "not important", because it is not productive, because we are not going to make a living from it, because it is not going to feed us or pay our bills or credit cards. But here there are no credit cards and at times it seems that this simply does not matter. We are on another plane. We die that life and we are in another, where what matters matters. Maybe write, maybe meditate at sunrise, maybe just breathe. Cut off the dry tops of the plants, plant new shoots, water the bushes. Maybe just appreciate the mountains, maybe be in a hot spring at 45 degrees, maybe just be thankful for being in the middle of a village lost in time, in the water of a volcano looking at the mountains. ❤️

Lovely Staff, great place and amazing breakfast