I went with some serious reservations, since about 10 years ago I left saying, “I will never come back here!” The commercialization and the invasion of Muslims ruined this peaceful little hide away for me. But once I got out of the van, found a close guest house, “The Blue House,” I felt comfortable. This was the same little roadway, more people and motorcycles, but it felt familiar and not too changed. I kind of felt, I have come home.