FRIEND, I’VE SEEN IT ALL
Having spent over two months in Bali I decided as a parting achievement I wanted to have traveled around the whole perimeter of island and seen all the notable places in between. As I neared the last week on the magical island my aunt and I put together a plan for my last week there to explore what was left of the north bunion of the island that I hadn’t already experienced.
The original itinerary was a clockwise lap starting with a stop in the surfers paradise Medewi beach to see its beautiful glistening black sand beach, we’d have lunch at the neighboring town of Negara to eat the famous fried chicken, then onward to the north west tip past Gilmanuk forest where we would spend a night before waking up to snorkel among the exotic coral reef located near the small neighboring island of Menjangan. We would then travel across the North tip past the well known Lovina beach to see a friend and head down to the hilly town of Munduk to see the rice terraces and cheeky monkeys, we’d then pass through mount Batur so that I could do my first hike with my hiking veteran aunt and then back out to the east coast and down past Amed where we would dive at the famous shipwreck.
It was a hell of an itinerary and I think you know where I’m going with this… It didn’t pan out exactly as planned but sometimes that’s the beauty of things.
What actually happened…
We ended up missing out snorkeling on Menjangan because we had woken up too late and didn’t manage to charter a boat at a cost we wanted to pay so replaced it with snorkelling at Pemuteran to see the coral restoration project which was like an amazing art gallery underwater. We also decided to meet friends in Munduk and found beautiful bungalows overlooking mountains and rice terraces which we couldn’t quite leave for 3 days (plus they served a good breakfast that included a delicious home-made pineapple jam). We ended up exploring Munduk and the surrounding area: opted for a day trip to Lake Tamblingan and another day was spent climbing the enormous Banyan tree we could see from our balcony (an incredible tree over hundreds of years old that had several families hide inside its extensive network of roots to survive the Japanese invasion years back).
Munduk was really special, it’s the sort of forgotten town that definitely doesn’t get quite the amount of attention and visitors it deserves, with one of the most breathtaking sceneries I’ve ever woken up too, clean crisp mountain air, minimal western influence and cheap, great food – lots of people who just visit for the day are definitely missing out.
Up until this point we had travelled by bike, just Aunt and I and based on previous blog posts on me exploring by bike, or if you’ve ever toured on bikes for multiple days, you’ll understand that an offer in an air conditioned car to get home is difficult to decline (*impossible). We ended up going back home after 10 days and rested for a day before heading back out to lake Batur to do my first climb up the extinct Batur volcano (my hike is covered my next post).
So we sacrificed the dive at Amed to stay longer in Munduk, which I really didn’t mind at all, needless to say after the travelling around and the hike I was exhausted and thoroughly content when I got on the plane to Singapore marking the end of my travels.