You really have to get away from the tourist traps of Denpasar and Kuta and get yourself into the foot hills of Bali's mountains if you really want to see Bali. Yet, Bali is more than just an island, it's a feeling and the other day I was determined to capture that "feeling" scootering around searching for that feeling you see in every Balinese. I thought, this is going to be wicked fun. I was bringing my A game picture taking skills with me and envisioned a dream like world of beauty and mysticism that I was going to capture in beautiful artistic imagery. But whoever said, you have to suffer for your art was probably on a scooter in Bali going at breakneck speeds through dense traffic and me being right behind him. The first thing I thought about after I slammed on the front brake of my scooter in traffic was, damn that was stupid. The second thing I thought about as my scooter was slipping out from underneath me was, this is going to hurt. When after I had bounced and slid my body across 2 lanes of traffic I sat up ( I remember that part) off the asphalt and saw that both sides of traffic had come to a complete standstill and everyone had an expression on their face of pure horror. Are you OK? from the kid who seconds earlier had tried a daredevil scooter maneuver a few feet in front of me then slammed on his brakes when the two cars he was riding between decided to make him the meat in the middle. Don't drive so fast was his advice. I had a good laugh out of that one. Bruised and bleeding I picked my scooter up and rolled it off the road. My travel mates, Amund and Nantuk suggested I ought to take it easy. I checked my wounds and whether they were not too bad or I was in some serious shock I thought ok, this is ok. A week before I had seen the scooter wreck of the century when an 18 wheeler tore apart a guy like he was cooked chicken. Brad, my travel buddy on the bus kept saying don't look don't look! You know at that point you have to. Grizzly is the only word to describe what I saw. So I wasn't dead or mutilated and I could walk away. That is a biggie. Fortunately for me, my big time wounded male ego was the worst of it. My scooter friends wanted to know what I wanted to do. I wanted to keep going man! So after checking the scooter for damage, we continued our journey to see the wilds of Bali.