Back in 2001 I lived in Bali for the better part of a year, in a little village outside of Ubud called Peliatan. When I was in Australia in April I decided to fly over for a few days to visit my old neighborhood. In some ways so much had changed in ten years, and in some ways the place had hardly changed at all. The smells were exactly as I remembered them: incense, flowers, and nearly rotting fruit. The street where I lived was untouched, undeveloped, and exactly as I remembered it. The men still stopped me to marvel at my tattoos. The above photos were shot on film in Ubud. There are a few more rolls I haven't gotten developed yet that I will hopefully post soon. If you have an opportunity to visit Bali, I highly recommend it. The tourism industry has squeezed a lot of charm out of the place, but if you can see past the chain restaurants and t-shirt shops and overcrowding, there is still plenty of magic to be found there. And some truly amazing food, people, and culture.