Way down there; that’s the World’s tallest building, poking through the early morning fog of Dubai. It has its foibles, but I don’t mind saying I love visiting Dubai.

But as we journey on to Bali, it’s a different kind of love I have for Asia.

It’s a love for the authenticity. The rawness. The unmanufactured originality.

Not the desire for everything that Dubai makes you crave. Just the desire for something.

Something simple.

Happiness.