When I pictured the island paradise of Bali, I always imagined sipping fruit juice from coconuts on pristine beaches with crystal clear aquamarine water as far as the eye could see.
Unfortunately, my Bali experience has not involved much in the way of ocean life. While there are plenty of beaches, Bali is a pretty big island with a lot of geographic features. And much of it, including Ubud, where I am staying, is actually part of a large city or loose conglomeration of smaller urban areas in a jungle area. It is much like some of the places I visited in India – lots of people, including tons of western ex-pats scooting around on motorbikes, in cars and in taxis, on roads that are not wide enough to handle two-way traffic in many places. And transportation is not really cheap, especially considering the price of gas is no cheaper here than it is in the United States or elsewhere. So getting back and forth to the nearest beach, which is about 30 kilometers away is not really an everyday option.
But, that being said, I did not come to Bali for beaches. I came for the yoga, which is why I chose Ubud. Yoga is everywhere here, but I will get to that later.

When I was doing my initial planning for this part of the trip, I found a place called H2O Yoga and Meditation on the island of Gili Air. There was something exotic about the idea of doing yoga in a pool on a tiny island somewhere near Bali. I had booked an all inclusive “Eat, Pray, Love” package before I left Thailand.
Nevertheless, the classes were good, led by a cadre of young women from around the globe – Emma, a Kiwi, who taught most of the classes I attended; a Scot named Efa, whose specialty was meditation; and a fiery Italian whose name eludes me; along with the super friendly and accommodating property owner Jon, who taught a nice yin detox class.
The pool yoga class was novel and doing yoga in a pool – at least in a class format – was a first for me. It was nice just letting the water support the body and relax. Plus, not to sound like a dirty old bastard or anything, but holding beautiful bikini-clad young ladies as they floated in svasana was an added perk. The only drawback was that my fingers and toes had pruned up fiercely by the end of the hour in the water and I got a bit of sunburn on my shoulders.
After spending all the time leading up to this stay in ashrams and monasteries where the morning gongs and conchs start sounding at 4 a.m., I was getting up super early. I had time to do my morning pranayama breathwork in the shala before walking down to the beach to catch sunrise. It was an invigorating way to start the day.
Most evenings, the yoga class ran until 5:30 p.m. and the sun was already dipping below the horizon as I made it to the beach. I did catch the full sunset on a couple of occasions. Unlike the beaches of India, you could watch the sun settle all the way down into the ocean instead of seeing it disappear into a layer of smog. And the stars at night were the clearest I had seen since my nights in the high reaches of the Himalayas in Nepal.