Last days of 2015 in Bali, Indonesia
This year, instead of spending NYE at home, I went for to Indonesia, looking for a little bit of summer. Six other friends and I decided to go to Bali again.
Not just for the sunny days, but also for the fun of it and because it seemed like a good meeting point for all of us, considering that some were coming from Australia.
We landed in Kuta and went directly to Gora Beach Inn, where some of us had already stayed. It is quite a known hostel not just for the location close to all the bars but for its cool swimming pool as well ( for the ones who don’t know, the beach in Kuta is not really bearable).
So, we arrived around 2 am and we had a few hours to enjoy and go out before moving somewhere else. Kuta is simple, we have the street with all the clubs and backpackers, and then the little streets full of restaurants, shops and guest houses. For me, Kuta is just a passing spot, good to have a few drinks, meet some people and then leave. And that’s exactly what we did.
The morning after we rented bikes and left to Semyniak, where we rented an amazing Vila for 15€ a night each. This only happens in Asia, having an incredible house with 4 rooms and 2 swimming pools for such little money.
Here we did the typical famous places that most young people that go to Bali usually do. Spent the day at Potato Head, the huge bar at the beach, with a swimming pool, cool music and fancy cocktails with absurd prices. Then dinner at Mexicola, the Mexican restaurant-slash-club, with crazy waiters, delicious food and a lot of tequila going around (for free!). Finally, we ended up in the club La Favela.
Seminyak is famous for all the cool shops, restaurants and parties, it is full of tourists everywhere, but it is not so good to go to the beach. it’s as touristic as Kuta, only more expensive.
So, before moving to Uluwatu for New Year’s Eve, we did a day trip to Ubud. I wish we had more time, especially because I didn’t remember it that well but when you’re not traveling and you just have a couple of weeks, there is never enough time. Ubud’s little town is very pretty and much more relaxing, it doesn’t have the crazy amounts of people that we saw in the other places. Here is more like a place to enjoy the mountains, do some yoga, see the rice padis and the coffee plantations, and visit the markets. We did as much as we could in one day, including the so called monkey temple, full of hungry little monkeys eager to entertain the people around them in exchange for bananas.
Already in Uluwatu we drove back and forth the main road to try different beaches. Padang Padang, for example, had a lot of potential but it was terrible so crowded that it was. Dozens of tourists coming, almost queuing to take their selfies with the sea. There was no space to lay down, and the water was dirty as. It is very annoying to see this kind of places, that were once incredibly amazing, turn into litter dumps. Of course this is coming from someone who doesn’t surf, I’m sure from far out in the sea the feeling is quite different.
We tried other beaches, more remote and therefore much better. The impossible, was super tiny, but completely deserted, and Balangan, which was very close to paradise.
Single Fin is the one bar-club in Uluwatu, famous for its amazing sunsets and parties. Our plan was to spend nye there, according to Facebook, there was a good party planned. We found out on the night before that the very same party was only until 10 am, meaning we had to find a way to carry on past midnight.
We asked around to everyone we met that night but apparently the rule in Uluwatu is to be healthy, surf all day and sleep all night. Finally, we met a group of foreigners, living in Bali, that were throwing a NYE party in their villa and invited us to join and bring whoever we’d like to. And so it was, on the night of the 31st we went to Single Fin to see the last sunset ( and also one of the most beautiful) of the year and then took everyone we met their to this villa.
It ended up being a huge party, full of people, in an awesome house, with very good music, that lasted until morning.
A couple of days after, we drove our motorbikes back to Kuta, as we had a flight to Gorontalo. Driving a bike in Bali is an adventure. Indonesian traffic is crazy hectic. On the right lanes you have all the cars piling up in endless lines of traffic that do not move for endless hours, and on the left lanes there are hundreds and hundreds of motorbikes, almost touching each other, fighting for that little hole that puts them 50 centimetres ahead. You have to be Asian and play along otherwise you’re left behind. Bikes come from everywhere, every second I thought I was going to be hit, and then nothing. They have their own rules I suppose, and it seems to work perfectly fine.
And that’s it, we had one last night in Kuta to say goodbye and move on to paradise (allegedly, in Sulawesi – The Togian Islands.