Now one may recall that the reason we even found ourselves in Indonesia at the start of the 2014 years was for a wedding. So it was that we traveled first by shuttle bus to just outside Kuta, and then further onwards by Taxi to the southern most peninsula of the island that is Bali, to the resort of Mu.
This was to be our home for the last four nights of our time here, and it was late afternoon when we finally found ourselves checking into our room and relaxing with a complimentary arrival drink.
So there we were, hot (but thankfully with a cold drink) and fairly exhausted after our morning adventure scrambling up and down hills in Ubud, when through the main gate of the resort (our bungalow was near said entrance) stumbled the groom to be and his entourage, fresh off the golf course.
A request was put to me to throw on some clean clothes and make ready to join the boys for drinks that night (realistically it was a challenge than a request, as after many days on the road already, I had nothing truly clean), and off we went.
Not much more needs to be mentioned really, although a few tidbits include an amazing sunset as seen from Ulawatu’s Single Fin Bar and a late night Karaoke effort from this blogger himself. A special mention should also go to the groom as well, putting on such a brave face, despite suffering from a stomach bug that would floor him for several days.
The next few days included a lot of relaxing down time, something that certainly felt out of character for Sarah & I as we try to make the most of the time we have in far flung locations.
It certainly doesn’t seem a bad life on reflection. Hours spent by the pool relaxing, reading, taking the odd dip as required by the heat, with an evening without the girls thrown in as they ducked out to celebrate the bride to be hens night (from all accounts, it wasn’t too raucous).
As tough as it sounds, I was left to hang with the boys, indulging in a few beers and a lovely communal French dinner (the resort has a French owner, so dinners alternate between one evening local fare, and French cuisine for the other).
These days of rest did also offer one of the culinary highlights of our trip. Of an evening, if one looked from the clifftop down to the beach below, by evening a selection of tables could be spied and it is here that we chose to dine one night.
Navigating the maze of stairs to the beach was certainly a challenge (thankfully we had attempted it the day earlier in daylight), but our reward was the choice of two bbq seafood dinner options, although truth be told, at first we were not aware it was 2 different establishments as the tables gave no indication of such.
There were plenty of options, with Calimari & Prawns ready to throw on the grill. But for Sarah & I, once we saw the option of Snapper, there was no choice to be made really. With a Bintang by our side, it wasn’t long before we were tucking into a delicious meal in the most beautiful setting.