Indonesia — Part I

Spontaneity. Something which I’ve learned to embrace, on my first backpacking trip.

This little travel log will capture moments and memories of my 10D9N adventure to Indonesia. This log consists of 2 parts; my adventure in Bali and Java. Read on to hear about my escapade to the island of Bali.

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DAY 1: Ubud

Departed from the airport and headed straight to this little town called Ubud, in central Bali. Finally understood why this humble little place is on so many (yesssss it’s a highly raved spot!) travelers’ must go list!

Though slightly commercialized, (thankfully it wasn’t as crowded as Kuta) it definitely is still a good place for a getaway. There was a good balance between tranquility and commercialization. Cafes and yoga studios hidden away in small alleys, from the buzzing tourist crowds.

Central Ubud, Bali
Couldn’t resist ice cream!!

Spent half the afternoon strolling around the central square of Ubud. Lots of stalls selling handmade goods ranging from paintings, furniture, ornaments, to bags and clothing. Prices of items were marked up by many folds, so don’t forget to bargain! Got a neon-printed tote at a quater of the first mentioned price!! WHUTTTT.

Took some time off to people watch at a cafe (Pssst, the sweltering heat’s my arch nemesis) and got a lil sweet treat at a vegan ice cream shop! Headed off to view one of the largest paddy fields in Bali. Tegalalang Rice Terrace was about a 20 minute car-ride away from central Ubud.

Gude, my guide and driver joked that as a tourist in Bali, you’re liable and can be charged for any and everything. True enough, to view the rice field, we gotta pay a small fee. Hahaha.

A spectacular view of the paddy fields. Would have gone down into the trails if it weren’t rainingggggg. Dang it.

And yes, I’m musically inclined. *smirks*

Many entrepreneurs had set up restaurants along the perimeter of the paddy field. Just grab a drink and you could comfotably retire into one of the huts, and enjoy the view. I refused to do that cuz it was pouring earlier in the day, so the area was swarming with mosquitoes. :<

Day 2 was spent in Amed. Clocked 2 dives at the coral wall and liberty shipwreck! Heheheh.

DAY 3: Sidemen

Sights and scenes at a local morning market

The lady on the left was just a fellow market-goer. Pleasantly touched by the warmth & care of everyone

Woke up at 6am to visit the local market. Gusty, the guesthouse owner, shared that most of the tenants at the market has their stall set up and ready for business by 4am. That’s mad early manz. I doubt I’ll be able to find anything opened at 4am in Singapore. Okai. Probably just Macs or 7/11.

Had no plans for the day, so Gusty suggested to take me trekking! Besides being thoroughly bitten by (completely ruthless I tell you!) armies of mosquitoes, it was really a pleasant and interesting hike.

Stumbled upon an abandoned hotel in the midst of my trek. It’s amazing how gracefully this place has aged. It’s been more than 15 years since the hotel has been vacant!

Alrighttt, shall let the pictures do the talking. (Psst, on a side note, I realised how terribly unfit I am… Gotta start exercising when I’m home. *prays that I do*)

The day ended with dinner at Gusty’s humble home. It was so nice of him to invite me to join his family for dinner! An unexpected spread with nasi goreng, a couple of traditional Balinese side dishes, fruits and a fresh coconut! Gusty actually just plucked it off the tree earlier today. Hahaha.

Though there was a slight communication barrier, I felt extremely welcomed and at ease. Definitely gonna miss Gusty and his warm and kind family. They even gave me a bag of salak when I left, cuz when I tried that fruit for the first time, I gave them a hugeeeee thumbs up!

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Though short, I’ve learnt many valuable lessons in the last 4 days. I came to realised, that not everyone here is out to rip tourists off. Trying to rob or scam us is rarely a thought in the local’s minds. We sometimes flatter ourselves too much.

Some kids really just wanna practice whatever little English they know, same with adults, with us. And sometimes when they’re being helpful, it’s just in their culture. To be warm and caring, even to strangers!

So soooo many precious, warm, and down to earth people here. Working their fingers to the bone, just to get by. I’m really blessed to have enough. Not ever, having to worry about my next meal. It’s just such a sad truth, to know that there are so many less fortunate people in this world.

Learning to appreciate what I have, and to count my blessings. ☺

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