Among Rice Terraces and Rainfall: Finding Peace in Ubud

Morning mist curled over the emerald-green rice terraces, and the sound of roosters mixed with the rhythmic hum of insects. In Ubud, life moves with the pulse of nature — slow, steady, and deeply connected.

The Heart of Bali

I wandered through Tegallalang Rice Terraces, where farmers worked barefoot in the fields, their laughter echoing between the hills. Later, I found peace at a small temple surrounded by lotus ponds, where incense smoke rose like prayers.

• The warm rain on my skin.
• The songs of frogs at twilight.
• The quiet smile of an old monk passing by.

“In Bali, even silence blooms.”

Time seemed irrelevant here — replaced by the rhythm of water flowing and leaves rustling.

You can discover more about Bali’s heartland on the official tourism website.

A Taste of Ubud

Lunch was a fragrant nasi campur — a colorful plate of rice with vegetables, tempeh, and spicy sambal. It was humble but perfect, served under a thatched roof as the rain began to fall softly on the jungle leaves.