The mere thought of it being a tired-out destination was enough a dissuasion from visiting the island. But the languor of idle December kicked in and Bali beckoned, we opted for the less frequented areas, with the exception of the beatific Pura Tanah Lot, where I was welcomed and blessed in Hindu rites.
Our stay in Ubud was initially with a disappointing black-out but the saving grace of endless art galleries and places to visit made it a memory of cultural wonder to us. With the sensory overload of hiking Gunung Batur, witnessing the enthralling Kecak dance and the sunburn stinging our backs, we headed for the misty stupor of Bedugul at Danau Bratan, based from which we visited the ginormous Botanical gardens, basked in the warmth of Lovina and walked the winding roads of Munduk. Finally, we bid goodbye to the island by making the most of the last few hours with hopping from Gunung Kawi to Gianyar to Pantai Sanur.
There are thousands of corners that are photogenic and a lot more places that could have been enjoyed. And, just as with any travels, everything in Bali is really more than as good as your travelling partner’s suitability with you and the amount of ka-ching you’d be willing to squander.
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