My month in Bali and the Gili Islands

Bali - Munduk

It's been a little over two years (June 2014) since I spent a month in Bali and the Gili Islands. By myself. But I still think about it often. It was an incredible adventure! Liberating, scary, thrilling and beautiful.

Bali - near Ubud - Tegalalang Rice Terrace

The morning I left felt strange and surreal. I had to get up at un ungodly hour. I got ready, strapped on my backpack (I was so proud thinking it didn't weigh that much... boy was I wrong!) and left my apartment. It was just getting light out and the streets were empty and quiet. By then I was living alone for about 2,5 years. During that time I've never really felt lonely, but I did in that moment. I'd never travelled by myself before and although I usually like doing things by myself, walking alone in my silent neighbourhood that morning with my gigantic backpack (on my way to the tram, to get to the train station, to get to the airport...), I wondered whether I'd made a mistake. Turns out I didn't!

Bali - Ulundanu Beratan Temple

Bali - Ubud - The Monkey Forest (Don't go! The monkeys will bite!)

The only things I'd booked beforehand were my plane tickets and a hotel room for the first two nights. After travelling for over 20 hours, I was exhausted, caught a cold on the plane and pretty much melted as soon as I stepped out of the airport (so hot!). I'd read the right taxi to take and I was so excited to find one right away. Turns out all the taxis look alike and it's pretty difficult to distinguish the right ones. Like a real tourist, I was ripped off majorly! I forgot all about it though once I was in my hotel room... a shower and bed never made me so happy! After sleeping for what must have been about 15 hours, I went out to explore (and to find food). Those first two nights I stayed in Kuta. Even though I hadn't booked any other hotels, I had a rough idea of the route I wanted to travel. After Kuta, up to Ubud, into the mountains and the tiny village of Munduk, then to the north shore (Anturan), off to the Gili Islands, then travelling around Lombok, back to Bali, staying in Padangbai and Sanur before going back to Kuta and then home.

Bali - Gitgit Waterfall

Bali - Gitgit Waterfall

Bali - Munduk - The view from my hotel room balcony

Bali - near Munduk - Melanting Waterfall

If I didn't already know it before, I definitively learned now that things rarely turn out the way you plan them. A monkey bite (and the following series of shots on a certain schedule), a lovely old-fashioned fishermen's town that wasn't so lovely anymore, an ATM machine swallowing my credit card and my love affair with the Gili Islands (where I stayed a bit too long so I didn't have time left to travel through Lombok) all made me change my plans. Yes, some of it was scary. Getting bit by a monkey, figuring out a reliable but affordable doctor to go to, arranging my travels around needing a shot every week, convincing people at a bank who don't speak English very well to get my credit card out of that annoying machine asap... scary! But finding out I can do all of that, in a foreign country, by myself... pretty amazing! Okay, yes, I racked up quite the phone bill with a few calls to my parents, but I did figure it all out on my own and it didn't make me love my adventure any less. Perfect isn't everything! And as it turns out, travelling alone is my jam. No compromises. Going where ever I want. Doing whatever I want. No need to consult anyone. Loved it!

Lombok - Gili Meno

Lombok - Gili Meno

Lombok - Gili Meno - The cutest book 'shop'

Lombok - Gili Meno

Lombok - Gili Meno