I am still working my way through a list of fabulous sounding places
that I am desperate to visit and try out while I am living on the wrong side of
the world, and with Debbie in town for an extra weekend, when better to try out
one of the slightly more fancy options?
We decided that the
posh part of Bali would be the best place for us to start. Whilst I am keen to
go and see the grimy backpacker parts of town too, with Debbie we opted for a
slightly more luxurious (but still ridiculously cheap) villa and lovely beach
side bars style holiday.
Having taken a half day
on Friday, we kick started our trip with drink on the roof top bar at Changi
airport, before flying over to Bali and taking a 20 minute taxi ride to our
villa in Seminyak. From there, Friday night was spent drinking on the beach at
Ku De Ta before heading to Hu’u bar for a few more drinks by their patio pool.
The night finished at around 4am with an early morning dip and a very deep
sleep.
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| Drinks at Ku De Ta |
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| Drinks at Ku De Ta |
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| 4am swim time |
Saturday was spent
entirely at the villa, with Nick passing out again straight after breakfast
(which was cooked by the staff at the villa for us) whilst Debbie and I made
the most of the two sun loungers by the pool. In the afternoon three beauty
therapists came to the villa. We each had a hour long massage (for around $10
each) and then Debbie and I made the most of the cheap offers and each had a
full manicure and pedicure too.
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| Villa Time |
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| Mani-pedis |
Once we were regrouped
and ready we then made it to The W Hotel just in time for a beautiful sunset
and some drinks by the beach. This trip marked the first time I had ever crossed
the equator (and as such, I crossed yet another challenge off my 30-Before-30 List!), so as per Nick’s instructors, some bubbles were consumed.
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| Sunset at The W Hotel |
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| Bubbles for crossing the equator |
The deal with Debbie
had been that if we didn’t go out clubbing on the Friday night (which I didn’t
think I could handle) then we would definitely go on the Saturday. That was the
plan, until we found an utterly fabulous French place for dinner, where we each
had three courses (including a massive hunk of steak) and therefore ended the
night rolling ourselves home with stomach cramps.
On Sunday Nick had one
more massage while Debbie and I made the most of the final sunshine hours
before driving to a fantastic local restaurant that Nick loves called Poppies
for lunch (and pina coladas in very impressive coconut husks) before a little
bit of tat shopping and the flight home.
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| Final hours of sun |
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| Poppies |
It was an extravagant and
luxurious weekend, and one that I really do wish could have carried on for a
few more days at least! Still, we’re supposed to be back out there for Nick’s
birthday in August, so I suppose I will just have to wait until then!
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