Becky Wicks

A lot can happen when you set out to 'find yourself'.  Sometimes, you can even lose the plot.

From visiting ancient healers with cellphone addictions to leaving a shaking ashram intent on extracting her soul, Becky Wicks soon discovered that six months travelling round Bali wasn't all going to be about finding inner peace and harmony. In fact, the perils of possessed teens, eating raw, yogic headstands, diving shipwrecks and dicing with black magic and demons all took their toll on the Island of the Gods.

And that was before the vaginal steaming.

Becky Wicks lifts the sarong on real life in Bali in a blur of locals, tourist, expats, expats and the other eating, praying lovers who arrive... you know... not really knowing who they are.