A Cliff, a Club, a Yesss!

A formula for success in the club-making business is:
— find a magnificent cliff that’s not too far away from the crowds
— spend ridiculous amounts of money and time creating an impossible perch for the bar
— don’t cut corners on great sound and lighting systems
— add some chill-out spots
— add a swanky swimming pool
— and then top it all off with awesome food and drink options

The “bar” is set very high in Bali for beach clubs, but bars situated on cliffs are a breed unto themselves.

The newest and perhaps the most outrageous is OMNIA Dayclub Bali.

Here a few photos that I took on my birthday there in April with my wife Shelly:

Week #09

Ok I know I mentioned some excitement around the idea of getting the concrete slabs in place for the basement and living areas, but then the workers went off to another Balinese ceremony for three days (it was supposed to be two days).

I was warned that there was going to be plenty of ceremony breaks and for that reason many builders hire workers from Java. But my builder is Balinese and I really don’t mind it too much, since my confidence in my builder is very high. I know he wants to do an excellent job and so that keeps my spirits up.

We will have to push our excitement for the slabs into the near future (this coming week!). The main benefits of having slabs are: no mud around the structure itself, and secondly that the slab provides a flat and solid surface for the scaffolding (which enables the construction of floors and walls).

The Invisible

There is so much going on in the early stages of construction that becomes completely invisible as the structure progresses.


Just like so many things in life, it is hard to appreciate the unnoticed. Of course there is a good reason why our consciousness doesn’t pay too much attention to the fine-grained details of our existence. For example, if we had to be aware of our breathing each time our bodies needed oxygen, what kind of life would that be? If we had to remember to turn on our immune system when encountering potentially harmful substances, we’d all be extinct.

When we walk into a building, do we wonder about the foundation, the plumbing, the electrical wires, or the sweat of the workers that fell upon surfaces that later became painted or polished?

This worker is hand-tying a steel column that will soon have a temporary box around it, in order to keep the concrete that will be poured into it to maintain a square shape.

For months and months a crew of workers toil away at bringing a structure to life, and in the end the guests who enter and exit the spaces are completely unaware of the people who built the spaces and the effort involved. It is as if too much awareness of the world around us is, in a strange way, toxic. We can only survive with minimal awareness of the infinite amount of gears that turn and the cosmic grease that keeps it all in motion.

These iron “boxes” are also bent into shape manually. Behind them are rusting thin steel mesh “sheets” that were made by machine. The boxes in front are placed into holes and sit horizontally, on top of 2-4 vertical columns that have laboriously been set 3-5 meters into the ground. These “boxes” become a stable platform for the vertical columns that will support the three levels of the future structure.