I didn’t expect all the people. Or all the scooters. I spent my first hour in Bali staring wide eyed at the fact that there were more scooters than cars on the island. My van driver/hostel worker/surf instructor whisked me past malls, furniture shops, rice fields, and half constructed hotels while the scent of incense lingered in the air. He blasted surfy indie music while we headed towards my destination, Canggu. Away from the hustle and bustle of touristy Seminyak and Kuta, Canggu is a village 30 minutes south of the Denpasar Airport.