Stairs to our homestay |
Trawagan, and from there we are shuffled onto the fast boat to Bali. We grab our bags and jump into a car that takes us to Kuta. From there, we split a cab with our new German friend Marion, and we arrive in Bingin just after 4pm. All the hotels seem to be booked, so we head to the beach at the bottom of a very step and inconsistent set of stairs to ask at the homestays. Our room is in an American equivalent of a barn. Large thatched roof with a restaurant downstairs and a row of rooms in the loft. Lest you carry yourself away with romantic notions about spending the night in a barn loft, let me present you with the facts:
Our porch |
I am awoken at two in the morning by a pair of young Spanish lovers in the next room, who are actually being quiet, but of course I can hear everything. La, la, la...This barn is one to remember.
Bingin Beach |
We walk to Uluwatu one day to check out the temple, and a legendary surf wave. I wouldn't recommend walking there, it's about an hour and a half walk from Bingin. We were too timid to try renting motor bikes after what happened to our neighbor in Lombok. And too cheap to pay a driver. A little exercise is good for you, non? Sweaty and tired, we pause halfway there for some fresh pineapple juice. Yum. The temple is small, but extremely popular for some reason. I think it might be the monkeys - they are everywhere and pop up unexpectedly. Before you go into the temple you pay 20,000rp and wrap yourself in a sarong. Women on their periods are asked to kindly refrain from entering. You are also warned to stow eyeglasses, earrings and anything a monkey might grab.
Sunset view from our porch |
Dinner is amazing. And the cheapest we've had so far in Indonesia. We head down the stairs to the beach where a collection of tables with candles has been assembled on the sand for enjoyment of the sunset and an après surf Bintang. The sunset is unmatched. The tide is low and the reef sticks up in rocky majesty surrounded by still water that reflects the bright red glow of the sun as it goes down. I get the tuna, caught that day and grilled for me right there on the beach.
Sunset dinner on the beach |
The next day we find ourselves kicked out of our homestay. For the best anyway because now we are dying to surf and plan on hitting Padma Beach for a safer, beach break session.
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