There is only one word to describe the sunsets in Bali:
spectacular. In winter solstice in December, when the sun
is close to its lowest point, a large, bright orange, red
sun will approach the horizon of Kuta, descending ever so
slowly. Brilliant shadows are cast everywhere, golden reflection
on the water, and strips of clouds march as if to curtain
another day. One light strip of cloud will probably march
straight into the view, stealing the completeness of the
sun, as if to accessorize it with a flowing silk scarf.
Millions pairs of eyes are fixated, as the sun's bottom
touches the horizon, and, in a matter of minutes, vanishes
from the sight, as if it was never there.
Or, in Tanah Lot. A several hundred years old temple stands
erect, solemnly guarding the land from the wilderness of
the sea. Yet, as the sun begins its journey to its nightly
resting place, the brilliance of an orange, red sun softly
falls onto the side of the temple, raising its mystique
even more. As waves break into the natural stone foundation
of the temple, teasing the hundreds of little snakes in
the cave in front of the temple, the sun marches down slowly.
The millions of people it fascinates do not disturb it,
for its ritual must flow. As it draws near the horizon,
a magnified shadow of the temple is cast upon your eyes,
as if to whisper good night. And in a couple of minutes,
the sun rests, leaving traces of the day that has just passed.
Am I romanticizing it? Well, it is drop-dead romantic.
Try it. If you don't melt, your next air
kelapa muda (young coconut juice) in Tanah Lot will
be on me. Or if you want to see photos first, I have here
just for you a
photographic montage of sunsets in Bali.