Bali is a holiday I will never forget. Since it was my mums 50th (and she’d always wanted to make it one to remember), my family flew out from England and myself and Joe from Australia to celebrate her special day on the lovely island!
Our villa was the perfect; a mix of both authentic Balinese style with a touch of modernness. We probably spent about half our time there in our pool, with the added bonus of the pink flamingo (named Albert) that came with the villa. Although our local beach was windswept and lacked sand to lounge on, we found paradise in Nusa Dua; the peninsula of Bali, providing a stretch of clear, light blue ocean and white sand. We also fell in love with the beach club Potato Head; a perfect place to watch the sunset and sip on a cocktail. To experience ‘real’ Bali, we took a day trip to Ubud (south of the centre of the island), village surrounded by luscious rice fields and greenery. Here, we visited Tarangarang rice terrace and Tegenungan waterfall – both beautiful places.
Spending Christmas here was odd and felt quite surreal! Nonetheless, the day was perfect; spent by the pool and finished of with a Christmas meal on the beach, watching the sun set.
I can’t forget to mention Umalas, the cat we named and unintentionally kept as our own (probs by feeding it tuna). It’s owners came to collect her the following day, as it was lost!
Leaving Bali was hard, as I had to say goodbye to my family for a second time. However, I am excited to continue my travels in Australia over the new year…