Bali. That is where I am. Often called Island of Gods, Island of Hinduism, Island of Love, and my personal favorite Island of Peace. This province of Indonesia is located in the Southern Hemisphere on the continent of Asia. The most enjoyable nature based tourism experience I could possibly fathom absolutely takes place here.
I close my eyes and see myself up before sunrise, sitting on a small carpet outside on the deck of my adorable yet peaceful villa rental. Transfixed by the sound of ocean waves breaking at the shore, legs crisscrossed, a cup of tea clutched between my hands barely gracing my lips, and tired eyes opened just enough to get a glimpse of the sun collide into the side one of the islands infamous Hindu temples. Taking in everything happening all at once and breathing in the lush island air with a hit of incense and sea salt.
Being located near the ocean is essential for this trip. The ocean is my serenity, my peace. Regardless of what is happening in my life or in the world, it is a place I can go to or even just admire from afar and forget all if my troubles. The ocean is a resource so untouchable by humanity and that is how it makes me feel, untouchable. There is nothing that humans can do to really change the ocean. We cannot stop the waves from breaking, we cannot change the temperature to make it more comfortable for a swim, and we certainly cannot change it from making a sunrise or sunset even more beautiful than it already is. By being near the ocean, I will constantly be reminded of these factors and maybe even find ways to reflect all of its amazing characteristics into my own everyday life and outlook. It keeps me grounded and prompts me to stay unaffected and untouched by negative energies. ...
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...y non-intimate friendships, or just I alone. (6) The social conditions of the resource setting need to allow my friends and I to be together when we desire company and apart when we require solitude. A lot of this experience will require solitude. (9) Facilities are not all that important to me however if I were to list a few things would say that I’d like my villa to be eco friendly, use recycled ground water, and have an outdoor shower. It would also have a regular indoor toilet just for convenience purposes. Finally (10) managerial controls, I do not care for these at all to be honest. I consider myself a traveler not a tourist so I do not see my self doing the regular tourist things and even needing anything when it comes to managerial controls. I like to do and find out about everything either by myself or through friends I've made during my journey.
The ocean is mysterious to mankind. The unfathomable vastness of the ocean intrigues humanity into exploring it. In life, the immense possibilities that lie in the future compel us to reach for the stars. In the poem “The Story” by Karen Connelly, an individual willingly swims into deep waters even though they are fearful of what may exist in the waters. The swimmer later finds out that their fears were foolish, which illustrates the human tendency to venture into the unknown. The theme conveyed in this poem is that life is like a rough, uncertain, uncontrollable ocean that we must find get through with experience.
The smell of the restaurants faded and the new, refreshing aroma of the sea salt in the air took over. The sun’s warmth on my skin and the constant breeze was a familiar feeling that I loved every single time we came to the beach. I remember the first time we came to the beach. I was only nine years old. The white sand amazed me because it looked like a wavy blanket of snow, but was misleading because it was scorching hot. The water shone green like an emerald, it was content. By this I mean that the waves were weak enough to stand through as they rushed over me. There was no sense of fear of being drug out to sea like a shipwrecked sailor. Knowing all this now I knew exactly how to approach the beach. Wear my sandals as long as I could and lay spread out my towel without hesitation. Then I’d jump in the water to coat myself in a moist protective layer before returning to my now slightly less hot towel. In the water it was a completely different world. While trying to avoid the occasional passing jellyfish, it was an experience of
When I stepped out of the hot, airless plane into the bright, dazzling sunlight beaming down across the burning concreate, I felt excited and nervous. Holding my beach bag in my hand and slipping my Ray Ban sunglasses on with my other, I flip-flopped down the airspace. Overhead I heard the screams of gulls and the chatter of the small fluffy birds. I suddenly realized I had arrived to Hawaii. This trip was such an unforgettable vacation for me because I got to witness the beauty of nature that Hawaii has to offer.
Not every individual has an opportunity to go on vacation but when they do, it is taken very seriously. "A vacation is what you take when you can no longer take what you've been taking," Earl Wilson says. When going on a vacation, the decision of the best place to go is the toughest to make. In order to have a successful vacation, choosing what you want to do and making a plan of it, helps the process. Therefore, the purpose of this essay is to identify the differences between vacationing at a beach versus in a city, and contrasting them. The four kinds of differences in vacationing of both are the activities that can be done, the clothing requirements, the weather conditions to do so, and the pace of life that exists during.
The ocean is the center and foundation of this story. The ocean is also part of the scenery and the background, without the ocean, there would be no story. Not only is the ocean the center and the foundation, it is also a symbol of many things in this story. To me, the ocean in this story takes on human characteristics in that to me, it symbolizes a seducer or seductress. The ocean also becomes an escape from reality and symbolizes life itself. The ocean is important because it is what helps bring Edna into her awakening and that is good, in the sense that it helps Edna into finding herself. However, the ocean is evil in that it is responsible for Edna’s demise.
Firstly, Ocean City boasts an awe-inspiring appeal to our senses through its grace. I begin each visit standing stagnant; stunned by the beauty the city entails. Each time, I soak up the sensation of the grain beneath my feet, the way it appeared as though the waves
There I stand on the Atlantic Ocean beach in Daytona, Florida. It’s 7:49 A.M, June 28, 2015. I feel my size ten feet sink into the frosty sand. With my board in my left arm, and sand covering my body, I seize my direction towards the blue ocean. As I halt at the base of the monumental ocean, I gaze in both directions, not a life in sight. I feel at peace, solitude, in my own meager world. As the crisp ocean mist wipes my sand replete face, I bounce into the ocean with my board under my body, cruising into the profound blue sea.
I live in a tribe of Native Americans who are located at the bottom of the Andes Mountains in the Peru area. Our village faces the ocean which is beautiful at sunset when the sun can be seen disappearing under the water. The orange red glow of the sun reflects off of the dark yet clear blue of the sea. There is a hidden place, even though people only find on accident, that has the best view of the breathtaking ocean. I love that place cause few people find it and if they do the despise it immediately. I call this place my special place because the colorful plants and trees are soothing. The green grass tickles my toes when I stand and cushions my back when I lay down. This place is my go to hill whenever I receive my daily temper.
This morning I wake early from the light that creeps underneath my blinds and my bed next to the window. I wake floating on the streams of light, heated, like white wax spilled across the floor, dripping, soft. In bare feet I walk down the stairs, cold on the wood, and find my father in the kitchen, also awake early. Together, we leave the house, the house that my parents built with windows like walls, windows that show the water on either side of the island. We close the door quietly so as not to wake the sleepers. We walk down the pine-needle path, through the arch of trees, the steep wooden steps to the dock nestled in the sea-weed covered rocks. We sit silently on the bench, watch as the fog evaporates from the clear water. The trees and water are a painting in muted colors, silver and grays and greenish blue, hazy white above the trees.
In the early summer mornings, when the sunshine is young and playful, inside the church another realm is born. Sitting in the back rows one can see a heavenly mist flowing though the windows and filling the sleepy altar with life and hope. It is a different dimension in the breast of an unsuspecting world. Moments such as these bring you joy and reassurance and also show you that there really is someone out there: your soul is elevated, your mind is thirsty for new experiences and your body is strengthened.
The dull light of the sun somehow manages to kindle my senses in a way I had never seen or felt before. Everything felt like it came to a standstill and the effect of the light made the scene look like one in a painting. The waves break gently into white foam on the black beach. The small crystals in the sand glimmer and twinkle brilliantly against the sunrays. The seagulls ride with the wind and the soft sand cushions my toes.
As I walked down the worn dirt path to the ocean, I was astonished by how many people were lounging by the water.. As I got closer to the water’s edge, I contemplated why more people don 't swim and decide to tan in the sun instead. The feeling of being alone with the ocean and my thoughts played in my mind.
Indonesia is the largest country in Southeast Asia. Consists of more than 18,000 islands, Indonesia provides a beautiful views, cultures, and tourist resort. The 7 most famous tourist resort in Indonesia are Bali Island, Jakarta, Comodo Island, Raja Ampat, Lombok Island, Bunaken Beach, Borobudur Temple and Special Administration of
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit. Green it is always so green here at my house. Here where the air lays heavy and cool on my skin as does the striking rays of the sun upon my cheeks. I know in my soul why I choose to be here every day. Pocketed in all the nooks and crannies of these valleys and hills are stately homes, rich with architecture resplendent. Diversity is the palate here; ...
Have you ever visited a place so beautiful and serene that you couldn’t imagine a more stunning place? For me, it is the shimmering and flowing waters of the ocean. The way that the deep blue waters meet the gritty beige sand leaves me in such awe. The water is like a soft blanket, comforting and inviting. The unique wildlife and vegetation that exists on the beach is something I’ve never seen anywhere else. There is no place more beautiful and thrilling than the beach.