So there we were, somewhere between Ubud and Kintamani, with night falling upon us, as well as the rain. Well, ‘pouring down’ is a better expression. In the middle of a small town that has no name on the map, with bikes as the only means of transportation. And ironically – even though surrounded by walls of water – I felt I was dehydrated from the ride in the sun. Not cool, man…
We’ve found a shelter under a roof of one of the houses and started to think intensively how to get out of this pickle. After some time the owner appeared and I managed to communicate in broken English. “Hotel, guest house” are pretty universal words, and he offered to bring us and bikes with his van to nearest hotel. All happy we packed in, got a bag of muffins for the road – he owned a bakery with his wife – and set off for the hotel.
It has been a huge shock, when going out from the van, all soaked etc., the hotel worker came out with big umbrella. The bigger shock was as we parked the bikes next to fancy cars, in a classy courtyard. But the biggest shock was hearing the price for one night in this apparently luxury high-end spa.
As I tend to sleep in a tent, in parks, or in lairs made from free newspapers (see Bergamo text), that kind of place was far from my bumming style. And far beyond budget… for the next week or two. We tried to shock the hotel personel back with question “Can we just camp in your courtyard?”, even though the rain was still pouring down. Well, took some time to build up to the decision, but finally credit card has been charged for big bucks. At the moment it seemed like a huge waste of money, taking easy way out, and being not brave enough to just go outside and meet the adventure. But from perspective – I am happy about this decision. After all I can say that I have stayed in luxury resort on Bali. Maybe once-in-a-lifetime experience, who knows?
Well, not much to say about the resort itself, pictures will tell much more. Will look like advertisement, but the resort didn’t agree on commission, so no name mentioned:
Find one hidden thing not fitting in this picture
The muffins from the bakery owner
Nicely tanned feet – sandal marks
Ross and Chandler style we tried to use everything that was free or we couldn’t be charged for. Drank all the tea/coffee and water. Asked for several refills on morning coffee. Went to yoga classes. Packed cakes that we couldn’t eat for breakfast and took them for the road. Batteries in remote controls stayed in place though.
To break a bit this commercial atmosphere I will also include pictures from a temple complex just by the resort, much more colorful and worth seeing. And definitely cheaper (ah, I sound like such a scrooge).
From the time’s perspective it was good to go off the bum’s path for a while. After all it’s the experience that matters, not the money – lesson learned. Very valuable lesson (scrooge again).