Dark Clouds of Bali Paradise

Bali is a refuge for spiritual seekers but, so sorry to say, I don’t like it there. It gives me ominous feelings.

The traffic is terribly dangerous, noisy and hot, and pollutes the air to levels of suffocation.

The Balinese people don't strike me as particulary cheerful. The frequent rituals seem to me more conducted with drudgery and unhappiness than with inspiration and delight.

Violence is engrained in Balinese prehistory. And let us not forget the demons of trauma and revenge still roaming around after the political massacres of 1965. The rivers were colored red with blood not only in Java but also in Bali.

‘It is possible that over one million people were imprisoned at one time or another… The killings are skipped over in most Indonesian history textbooks and have received little introspection by Indonesians, due to their suppression under the Suharto regime, which ruled for over three decades. Satisfactory explanations for the scale and frenzy of the violence have challenged scholars from all ideological perspectives.’ 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indonesian_killings_of_1965%E2%80%9366