it was a clear evening when i saw this fisherman walking through the waves in the shallow water. i sat silence, motionless, and tried to figure out what he was doing.

in one movement, he flung open his net and threw it to the water in front of him. the waves caught it, the bubbles dispersed it. he, then, he pulled the string that attached to the net one by one hoping it to catch a fish or two.

nothing.

not catching anything in one area, he walked further and repeated what he did before.

half an hour later, i saw him walking empty handed. his head down, his feet wet by the crashing waves. i tried to say 'hi' to him and we talked.

he was friendly. telling me he was trying his luck to have something for his family.

people might say how lucky i am to have such a job that sent me in and out bali frequently. yet, despite all of the perks i received in a plush resorts, being with the locals in a wet market, talking to a fisherman and his sons, conversing to a cab driver are what i valued the most.

i love the island wholeheartedly.