From Gili T. we took a 2 hour fast boat to Nusa Lembongan. Nusa Lembongan is one of 3 small islands (Nusa Lembongan, Nusa Penida, Nusa Ceningan) 30 minutes off of the southeast coast of Bali. Many tourists book day trips from Bali due to their proximity.
Rather than staying in Bali and booking day trips to the islands, we decided to book an Air Bnb on Nusa Lembongan (most developed island of the three). The whole process could not have gone more smoothly. Carla (the owner of Villa Mimpi Manis) was very helpful as was the staff who are responsible for the villa grounds and guests. Every morning we had fresh fruit delivered to our door and a large fresh water jug was always available. They also helped us organize a motorbike rental, return boat ride to Bali and snorkel trip (coincidentally we ended up accompaning Carla and her family/friends who were in town and staying next door at their other AirBnb).
The views from Villa Mimpi Manis were breathtaking… Settled on the hillside, the villa has a beautiful open view of the harbor. The upstairs room is completely open to the outside and cooled by the ocean winds: luxury camping!
Unlike Gili T., people get around the island by car or motorbike. Biking is impossible as the island is extremely hilly and the roads are narrow. As a result, we decided to take a stab at motorbiking (first time)! While an international drivers license is “technically” required, we were never asked to provide one. In fact, they didn’t even write down my name when I rented the motorbike…
We explored Nusa Lembongan (~2 hours to circle the island) and made our way across the suspension bridge to the smaller and more rustic Nusa Island: Nusa Ceningan. Ceningan is known for its seaweed farming and dangerous (but popular) Devil’s Tears cliff jump.
Now it was on Nusa Ceningan that our “oh so exhilarating” motorbike adventure made a turn for the worst. We were making our way to Devil’s Point when I took a wrong turn (oops) and led us up an unpaved path. We were making our way up the hill when I heard a loud squeal behind me. I turned around just in time to see a disheveled pile of hair emerge from the bushes. My parents had hit a large pothole, wiped out, and fallen (motorbike and all) into a cacti bush. Dad walked away with minor abrasions but mom skinned her leg pretty badly. The fall had taken off a thick layer of skin. Needless to say, we never reached the cliff jump…