Killvan's Bali. A tale of Simplicity having strength.

The bullshit in Bali. There is some serious bullshit in Bali.
 Going here, being there, seeing him, checking out her.
 Can get tiring if you feed this circus meter. 
Bit of focus on why you landed on this steamy equatorial island. 

It's always hot, like bitchin' hot by noon, not complicated.
 Crowded like a Kuta beach party with fr

Killvan's Bali. A tale of contemplative time in a garden of insects and an
oily point break.

Far removed from the drunken bikini scene in Kuta, in fact, not even in the same realm, there are fourteen villages that can sustain contemplation. By a pond, under a bamboo structure, time is idle.

To be at peace in this wet air and enjoy the serenity of this paradise seemed impossible at the start. This

Killvan's Bali. A tale of some feelings for the third world.

Things will always change, though feelings can last forever.

When you get off the plane and are confronted with the humid sticky air, it temporarily steals the anticipation. This humidity will never go away.

After getting cool in your hotel room, you hit the streets. It's a baffling cluster-fuck of confusion, yet peaceful. This traf

Killvan's Bali. A celebration of an analogy.


Some surfs you have in Bali are testing affairs. Stressful episodes that can break the calm of a Hindu love affair. The crowds, the heat, the long wait between sets. So it be wise to bring your patience game, along with the analogy of building house.

We'd made way into the back country a few hours north of the Kuta stretch hustle. The placid soft feel of a

Killvan's Australia. A tale of how a 30,000 year old tribe can teach us a thing or two about localism.
 

Sarah was introduced to us at the halfway point of our adventure through the Red Centre of Australia. Her presence was calming, almost clumsy yet above all very welcoming. Her gestures resonated in unison with the environment surrounding Uluru, she had a bewildering energy that heightened t

Killvan's Reunion Island. A tale of a surfers relationship with a reef, its wave and those important moments in time.

The wave data was obvious on the computer, though as I looked at the stretch of reef directly in front of Bruno’s, it was concerning. The ledge on the point was blasting fountains of water a mile high. Triple overhead and stacked to the horizon, it was an awesome display of