The Tegalalang rice terraces are a must seeif you visit Ubud. The entrance fee is a minuscule IR 10,000/person and the views are nothing short of amazing. I would, however, bring pocket change! The terraces are private property and “donation stands” are spread throughout (you are expected to pay).
The Ubud Monkey Forest is a nature reserve and Hindu temple complex home to over 600 free-roaming macaque monkeys (also known as Balinese long tailed monkeys). The complex is a popular destination in Ubud, attracting hundreds of tourists every day.
Go early (it opens at 10am) to avoid the crowds and make sure you read the safety recommendations before entering. The monkeys are harmless as long as you don’t do anything stupid and keep your wits about you…Tourists have been bitten and scratched in the past!
A couple of things to be mindful of:
Don’t look the monkeys in the eyes (especially the large males as it is a sign of aggression)
Never run- they will chase you
Do not panic and stay calm
Be mindful of your belongings (One particular monkey lovedfiddling with my watch. Another expressed interesting me every time I opened my satchel)
Because the forest is not enclosed, you will notice the monkeys roaming nearby streets. Many shop owners use slingshots as defense when they get too close or start to bother people. We witnessed one monkey grab for a woman’s grocery bag. She squealed, dropping it on the ground. Within seconds, dozens of monkeys were sprinting towards the free buffet, while the woman watched in horror.
The following day we did theCampuhan Ridge Walk. It is free! Before motorbikes, villagers used the ridge walk to transport their goods into central Ubud.
Along Campuhan Ridge Walk we met I Wayan Surana, a miniature painter. Miniature painting emerged from a small farming village north of Ubud (Keliki) in the 1970s. Paintings range from as small as 2 x 3 inch to as large as 10 x 15 in. Surana’s paintings run anywhere from $75-$30,000 dollars.
Ubud is Bali’s cultural center. Known for its traditional craft and dance, the town is a popular tourist spot. It was also a destination in the book and movie Eat, Pray, Love.
From Nusa Lembongan we took a ferry to Bali followed by a taxi to Bhuwana Ubud Hotel, our accommodation south of the Ubud city center. Bhuwana is a beautiful and quiet hotel located in the Pengosekan region of Ubud. Surrounded by tropical gardens and rice paddies, the hotel’s mission is to promote healthy living and a connection with nature. Bhuwana means “Earth”.
Every morning, Bhuwana offers a free sunrise tour through a neighboring rice field. We were surprised to discover ducks living in the paddies. Ducks are an effective farming technology used in many Asian countries. Not only do they eat harmful insects, but their movements aerate the soil and their feces fertilize the ground. Kites were also strategically placed throughout the fields to keep animals and birds away.
A short 15 minute drive from Bhuwana is the city center and the Ubud market. Regardless of whether or not you are a shopper, the Ubud market is a must. It is the perfect place to practice your bargaining skills and hopefully build some confidence!
That being said, the market can be overwhelming…here are some tips…
The second you make eye contact or point is the second you’ll have a vendor nipping at your heels. Be prepared! At first I felt rude walking away mid-sentence but you have to…otherwise you might as well get ready to camp out
Keep your cool and don’t let vendors take advantage of you. Explore other stands to compare prices (and practice your bargaining skills) before you decide to buy. It’s easy to get caught up in the pressure and cave-Don’t do it! Hold your ground!
Vendors will say, “Cheap price for you” or “Sale price.” Take this with a grain of salt. They say this to everyone-you are not special. It is their way of reeling you in and they are very good at it. Bargaining is a game and they know it!
That being said, do be somewhat realistic. Offering 10,000 IR for a painting that is clearly worth 10x that can be offensive (my brother got yelled at a couple times for low-balling).
My rule of thumb when bargaining? Cut the price in half and increase. I’ve also found that saying “price too high” and simply walking away is your best bargaining tool. 99% of the time they will run after you with a lower price. With the hundreds of stands in the market (selling similar goods), they do not want to lose your business.
Directly across from the Ubud market is the Ubud Palace. The palace isn’t all that impressive but it’s worth a quick pit stop and it’s free!
The Nusa Islands are an escape from the hassle and hectic pace of Bali. Rustic and quiet, these islands are best known for their diving, snorkeling, and surfing. What they lack in amenities, they make up for in experiences. The reefs are only accessible by boat and as a result are in much better condition than other reefs in Bali.
We organized our snorkeling trip through Captain Newman, a very reputable guide on Nusa Lembongan ($12/person). He took us to 3 different spots around the islands: Crystal Bay, Mangrove Forest, and The Wall. Due to a strong current that morning we were unable to snorkel the 4th spot, Manta Ray Bay, which is a popular spot for the manta rays.
The Wall was my favorite snorkeling spot out of the three. The reefs and underwater diversity were phenomenal– far better than anything I’ve seen in Hawaii or the Caribbean. The coral wall begins at the foot of massive sea cliffs, dropping down vertically to a depth of 180m. Beyond the coral wall is a steep drop off into the big blue. My biggest regret was not bringing an underwater camera!
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…
Every night, Gili Trawangan has a busy night market with lots of local seafood. Located on the southeast end of the island in the downtown area, the market was a quick 20-30 minute walk from Alam Gili. On the way to the market we passed a bar selling psychedelic mushrooms. Ironically, another 20 meters beyond it was the police station. Drugs are highly illegal in Indonesia and the punishment is severe, however Gili T. (being the touristparty island), is a huge source of income…money > the law.
The downtown was bustling: shisha lounges, discos, even a bar full of beer pong tables! A local tried to convince dad to play but he declined…party pooper…
To say dad loved the night market is an understatement. The market had everything from tuna, red snapper, grouper, lobster, prawns and crab to mahi mahi, egg rolls, fresh fruit juice, and Bintang (the only beer sold in Indonesia). Having grown up in Asia (Thailand, China, Vietnam, and Pakistan) the night market brought back a lot of childhood memories…he was a kid in a candy store!
From Lombok we took a 30-minute fast boat to Gili Trawangan, one of the three Gili islands off of Lombok’s northwest coast. Each Gili island has a reputation: Gili Trawangan the “party island”, Gili Meno the “turtle island” and Gili Air the “honeymooner island.” Because of the island’s size (3km x 2km), people get around by cidomos (horse drawn carts) or bicycles. There are no motorized vehicles on the island.
Two cidomos picked us up from the harbor and took us to Alam Gili, our accommodation on the quieter northern side of the island. Water on the island is scarce (it must be imported) and the days are hot. These horses work all day in the heat, pulling heavy loads of people and luggage behind them. Not once did I see them being given water…some were clearly undernourished…
Alam Gili is a beautiful place to stay. “Alam” means nature and “Gili” is a reference to the island. The grounds are covered with vegetation unlike other accommodations on the island which have more a “open beach bungalow” concept. Not to mention, 30 meters in front of Alam Gili is the best snorkeling spot on the island. We saw everything from pufferfish, parrotfish and trumpet fish to three spot angel fish and moorish idols. On our last day, I swam alongside a gigantic green turtle (100 years of life and good luck). Thanks to the lack of current I was able to keep up, surfacing and diving when he did-definitely a highlight of the trip.
In our room at Alam Gili we discovered a guest book which discussed the local culture on Gili T. Indonesia is predominantly Muslim, including this small “party island.” In their information book, they ask that tourists be respectful by covering their shoulders and knees, speaking softly, and being mindful of pointing as all are considered rude and impolite. While locals will never say anything to your face (saving face is a part of their culture), they find such actions deeply offensive.
That being said I found that 99% of the tourists on Gili T. are either oblivious to these customs or downright ignore them. Tourists walk and bike around in bikinis while locals are clothed head to toe. It is quite the contrast…I even saw a tourist walking down the street in a thong bikini. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for having a good time but be respectful and cover up a little. This is their home, not yours!
Standing at an elevation of over 11,000 feet, Mt. Rinjani is the second highest volcano in Indonesia. Hikers can chose from two options: Hike to the crater rim at 8,100 ft or hike to the summit at 11,178 ft. After reading numerous blogs about how difficult (physically and mentally) summiting is, I settled for the crater rim. Thank goodness I did.
From Yogyakarta, Java we flew 3 hours (layover in Bali) to Lombok. Hallo Trekker (our agency) was already waiting for us when we landed at the airport. Once again, Indonesian drivers will never cease to amaze me…for two hours we braced ourselves, gripping our seats and each other. At one point, the motorcycle in front of us smashed into the car in front of him. We slammed on our breaks early enough to avoid a double collision. However, what really shocked me was the aftermath…everyone drove off!
It took 2 hours to reach Senaru, one of two villages at the base of Mt. Rinjani where trekkers lodge (hikers chose from two climbing routes: Senaru or Sembalum). That afternoon we met Hans, the owner of Hallo Trekker, to discuss trek details. We were to hike for ~8 hours, camp at the rim, and descend the next day. Easy enough (so I thought).
The beginning of the hike wasn’t terrible. It wasn’t a walk in the park and we had to focus on breathing but it wasn’t impossible. Devon was doing really well and managed to keep up with Angi (our guide). For dad, however, the struggle was just beginning. Three hours into the hike he threw up. Dehydration and physical exhaustion were taking its toll and he was unable to stomach any food. I had taken altitude pills the night before as a precaution but he had decided against it. Only half of his right lung is functional from an infection years ago (hepatic bronchial fistula) so the hike was much more difficult.
Despite our exhaustion and aching legs, we still managed some corny jokes and hearty laughs on the way up. His “oh shit(s)” and “Erin, this isn’t good” comments were the highlight of my trek. If I received a dollar every time he asked other hikers/porters “how much farther”I’d be a millionaire. The best part about these pleas for help were the drastically different answers that ensued: “Ah man, you’re close – another 2 hours or so. You’re almost there” An hour later: “You’ve got awhile…about 4 hours.” Dad’s response? A frustrated lecture on how Indonesians don’t know how to tell time or distance interrupted up by the occasional “Shit.”
The last mile of the ascent was rough. Not only is the trail covered in dirt and rocks (no traction) but it is vertical! No switchbacks. Every 10 yards, Dad and I had to stop to catch our breath and rest our burning legs. Meanwhile, porters wearing flip flops or in many cases no shoes at all (carrying 40 pounds of supplies) were hiking past us…
During our final ascent I met a European couple who had summited earlier that morning and were beginning their descent down the mountain. I spoke with the husband first who was descending with the guide. It was very clear that he was frustrated with his wife who was unable to keep up.
I later came across the wife. She was covered in dirt and admitted to falling 3 times. Hiking to the summit was the hardest thing she’d ever done and had she known the difficulty she never would have done it. She admitted to crying three times on the way up.
We also met a very friendly group of Europeans- 2 Belgians, 1 Dane, and 1 German. We talked to them quite a bit during the ascent and at the crater rim. The German guy even gave my dad a pat of acknowledgement when he reached the crater rim. I think even he knew the difficulty, especially for an older guy.
The crater rim was stunning. From the rim you can see the summit, caldera, and crater lake. It is a one of a kind view that many argue is even better than the view from the summit.
That night we camped on the rim alongside other trekking agencies. For dinner our porters cooked chicken curry and for breakfast they made banana pancakes with chocolate. They had carried a gas grill up the mountain along with food (including a watermelon), water, sleeping tents, toilet tents, sleeping bags, pillows and even mattress pads. We camped in luxury!
Hiking down the mountain the following morning was a different kind of battle. We were extremely sore from the day before and controlling our descent and trying not fall was challenging. Porters use gravity when they descend-many run down the mountain. We, on the other hand, were resisting it.
About 2 hours from the base of the mountain, we passed a German group ascending. One of the girls was struggling and her boyfriend was pulling her up the rocks. My dad’s response? A very blunt, “She’s not going to make it.” I couldn’t not laugh-if only he had seen himself the day before!
Interestingly enough, I met Hans brother on the descent. He was guiding a French group. Hans employs a lot of family members including his brother-in-law (Angi) who was our guide. He started the company 2 years ago and it has grown immensely since from 30 treks the first year to 300 the second. For anyone interested in hiking Rinjani I highlyrecommend his company: Hallo Trekker. They were very professional.
I would, however, like to clarify some things about hiking Mt. Rinjani. It is not a beginners hike, regardless of what you read online. You must be in good shape even if you chose the “easier” crater rim hike. Hike the mountain, enjoy the views (they areworth it), but be prepared!
Yogyakarta is home to two very famous temples: Borobudur and Prambanan. Both are world heritage sites and popular tourist destinations in Yogyakarta. They are ~1 hour outside the city in opposite directions which can make for a long day if you decide to do both. Most people divide them into 2 days.
Borobudur is a 9th century Buddhist temple and one of the greatest Buddhist monuments in the world. Tourists can see the sunrise from the top of the temple but they must enter through Manohara Hotel and pay the extra fee. Piece of advice: pay it.
An hour away from Borobudur is Prambanan, the largest Hindu temple complex in the world. The grounds also contain a couple smaller Buddhist temples that are currently being restored. Unlike Borobudur, the area is more commercialized. Lacking the beautiful and simplistic landscaping of Borobudur, Prambanan feels a bit like an amusement park. Walking paths are wide enough for multiple golf carts and tacky souvenir shops line the streets. Not to mention, the exit is strategically placed; you must walk through a large food & souvenir market to leave. To be honest I was a little disappointed by Prambanan, especially having already seen Borobudur. Don’t get me wrong the temples were beautiful but the grounds lacked the “feel” of a world heritage site.
Yogyakarta is a city on the Indonesian island of Java known for its cultural heritage and traditional arts.
We arrived in Yogyakarta at 1am last night after a 10 hour train ride from Jakarta and for the life of us could not find our accomodation Hotel Batik Yogyakarta. The alleyways and dead ends make navigating the city very difficult especially at night. We would never have found Hotel Batik Yogyakarta had it not been for a local who walked us directly to the gate.
The following morning we made our way to the infamous Malioboro street. Malioboro is popular among tourists and locals for its shopping (especially in the evening). The street is lined with vendors selling everything from clothes and shoes to food and artwork. You’ll notice vendors selling a lot of Batik: a type of artwork using paraffin and wax to create colorful designs.
After walking Malioboro street we made our way to the Kraton (Royal Palace) only to find it closed (government officials were in town). A local teacher who was protesting animal rights alongside his students (it was Eid) suggested we visit a free Batik school a couple minutes down the road. Unfortunately we never found the school, however, we were guided to a Batik shop (likely on purpose) where we bought 3 pieces.
After a quick power nap at the hotel we decided to do some more exploring. Mom and I took a taxi to the local bird market. What an interesting place to explore! They had everything from owls, parrots, puppies, fish, chickens, reptiles, and a number of unrecognizable animals. Unfortunately, many were crammed into tiny cages.
After the market, we made our way to the Taman Sari Water Castle (home of the Yogyakarta Sultan). We debated walking but eventually decided to take a becak (cycle rickshaw). Becaks use the same lanes as cars and motorbikes only they move at 1/10th the speed.
We arrived at the Taman Sari Water Castle only to find out it was closed. A lot of attractions in Yogyakarta close early (around 3pm) so getting an early start is essential. Luckily, one of the guides outside offered to show us around the grounds. Although we weren’t able to go inside, we were still able to get some amazing shots.
And our local guide was full of information!
-Taman Sari Water Castle was water bound when built (aka the name). A boat was used to get around.
-The 1st sultan had 23 wives and 70 children. His wives and children had designated bathing pools. The sultan had his own water pool.
-Both hindus and muslims lived in harmony within the castle walls in the workers’ quarters. The same is true today (our guide lives on the grounds with his mother)
-Buildings are made of limestone, stone, and egg whites. Yes, egg whites!
-To clear his mind the sultan built a meditation building designated to fasting. He would fast (no water or food for 4 days). This cleared his mind, leaving him more open to following his heart (the main influence behind decisions).
-Doorway entrances are low and to enter buildings you must duck. The reason? A reminder to be grateful to your mother and all that life has provided you.