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So while I mourn the loss of some toe nails and marvel at the hideously blackened ones that tenaciously hang on, the hike up Mount Batur was an overall success. To say it was a struggle is an understatement, but the struggle is half the fun.
Bear in mind the lighter side of the struggle doesn’t kick in until you’ve at least had 2 hours of sleep, and your feet have ceased protesting from their 6 hours of imprisonment in children’s hiking boots.
Next stop, Paradise
I had taken care to do a little more planning on this trip. This was to ensure I got out and saw more places than I had on previous visits. In past trips to Bali, I had been held in the vortex of the Kuta party scene.
I saw little else of what Bali and neighbouring islands had to offer, and too much time was spent wondering how I got home, where that abrasion/laceration/bruise came from, and if getting out of the top bunk is a safe activity considering my current state.
So Nusa Lembongan, here I come!
Did I mention my powers of persuasion are unmatched? OK, maybe a little exaggeration, but I did manage to convince my new travel companion to join my tour of this lovely little island. After the boat ride above, sea sickness was on the menu for my fellow traveler. I think the stomach trauma involved with climbing a mountain and being subject to South East Asian cuisine was taking its toll, and a bumpy boat ride was not making the situation any better.
Travel tip #3: if you suffer from any form of motion sickness, load up on Imodium (or similar travel sickness relief) well before boarding
So in keeping with the spirit of ignoring the travel tips, I can tell you that travel sickness tablets are essentially a waste of time if you consume this during the voyage.
Travel tip #4: your luggage should NEVER weigh over 25 kg
Being the gentlemen, and observing my travel companions fragile condition, I carefully jumped off the boat as it gently ran aground at our destination and offered to carry her luggage to our homestay. She was in desperate need of some rest, and the temperature outside was not doing her (or anyone for that fact) any favours.
What the fuck is in this backpack!?!?
Whoa. So as I’m wondering why she packed bricks in her luggage and if my shoulder will ever recover, we are able to navigate the little back streets and spy our accommodation just before we perspire to death. As we’ve only known each other a few days, and with no one wanting to ‘assume’ anything, we (foolishly) book an extra room. I say foolishly because I don’t think I used my room for anything more than storing my small backpack. It’s a nice and relatively typical homestay only a couple of ‘blocks’ from the shore.
By typical, I mean there were roosters next door that were confident vocalists, the beds were rock hard, and the setting was absolutely beautiful. I love South East Asia!
As my lovely companion is recharging her batteries, the first priority is a scooter. There is no better way to getting around little islands like Nusa Lembongan than a scooter. I didn’t have to look far, like most South East Asian countries, everyone can get you everything, and our guy who ran the homestay hooked us up immediately for 50,000 rupiah per day (around $5 AUD at the time).
I love exploring. I love exploring even more by scooter. Burning down alleyways and random streets is a tried and true method of getting to know your new surroundings intimately, because when you’re lost, getting un-lost sears the directions into your memory. As you can see in the map below, the island is rather small and the streets are full of twists and turns with a bounty of dead-ends.
To highlight how twisty and turny the streets were, we attempted to drive to Dream Beach (lower left corner) and inadvertently managed to circumnavigate the ENTIRE island without ever reaching our intended destination.
Not even joking.
Not that we minded, as it was nice to pull up to a deserted beach bar, and relax with some beers and hang out with this guy.
So many activities, so little time
I can’t rate this island highly enough. In the time we were there, we went surfing, swam with Manta Rays, and just explored the beaches and coastline till our hearts were content. I’m still kicking myself that I forgot my underwater camera when we were swimming with those magical creatures, it was truly surreal.
I finally got a massage that was relaxing as well, without having to turn down any sexual advances by the masseuse.
Ahhhh the serenity.
Time slows down when you slip into island life. As I’m looking through my photos now, we were only on this island for about 4 days. It felt like 2 weeks. I even booked extra nights because I simply did not want to leave this island paradise and have my rendez-vous come to an end.
Between the beaches, the ocean, the beaches and then more time in the ocean, we spent our time at an amazing cliff top club overlooking Dream Beach (when we eventually found it). We ordered food and drinks like kings and queens, forgot any notion of time, and sat together under the stars as the waves lapped the shore.
I think this trip turned out pretty well, It’s a pity I fly back to work in a couple of days…
To be continued …
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