Balinese Utopia Lures Foreigners

"When I found this beautiful place, I was entranced by its magic," the Bavarian-American lady said. "I quickly made up my mind to build my little house in Bali. It would be Balinese in spirit and Western in comfort. Here I would stay and enjoy life." She paused, looking around, then added. "That was three years ago, though. Now, after all this time spent in Ubud, I find myself lonely and homesick."

This is from a person who has lived in at least ten different countries. She now felt the tug of her homeland. A few days later I discovered that she was gone. She had given in to her homesickness, leaving behind her house in Bali.

Lush rice paddies, white beaches, and pretty dancers, Bali delivers. It has been the inspiration of many clichs:  "Morning of the world," as Nehru put it, or "Paradise Island," as the brochures have it.

Bali is not lacking for ways to define its image and meaning in the eyes of the world. Hordes of foreigners come to Bali looking for their dreamland. Most come for a short visit, but others become so enchanted that they decide to stay. To all, Bali is an idyllic place where beautiful people are thought to live in peace and harmony with nature, far from the hassles and worries of the world.

It is the pursuit of this clichd utopia that sees more and more people eager to get into this island of the East and settle, to join the natives in their paradise luxury, complete with 21st century modcons and post-colonial servants; preferably at pre-colonial prices. Ubud and Sanur are just two examples of places with sand, surf, and beaches, rice fields or riversides that have become the preferred choices for Western expatriates.

Some expatriates have legitimate work, others find a reason to hangout legally. When they are not multi-national workers, they run NGOs, write articles, sell cookies, prepare Ph.D.'s and design garments. In brief, they fulfill both Indonesia's needs as a newly arrived industrial tiger and their own personal needs as long established hedonists.

"I have lived abroad twenty years," explained a British woman living in Peliatan (Bali), naming Goa, Kathmandu, Mykonos, Saint-Tropez, and Cancun as her past fare. Twenty-two places in all. She had been looking for her utopia, her own perfect combination of feeling and reason. A dream place where she could, at last, rest and fear none of the dangers of the outside world and, in particular, none from that inner world, her spiritual self.

She is still searching. The place she dreams of is found in the word escape itself, in the idea of the "far away" and its imagined virtues
and idealized people.