This part the story marks when we moved from a stunning villa just outside of Ubud to another villa much closer to town. We thought it would give us a chance to explore Ubud at our leisure.
Having said this, we didn’t end up exploring that much! Mainly due to the heat, young kids, crazy traffic, and being sick. I hadn’t anticipated this formidable concoction of stress! Ubud had also changed a lot since I’d last visited 12 years before. No more quiet streets and casual strolls to the market… this time it was bursting with tourists and activity.
But we still enjoyed it. We just adjusted our expectations of what we could achieve. We took each hour at a time. If I needed to rest, I rested.
And this is what my tired sick body could achieve: a massage! Kayma Spa came highly recommended and I’m so glad I went! Really reasonable prices and beautiful treatments.
There was much time spent in restaurants and cafes because that’s fairly easy to do. One’s got to eat, right? And especially because eating Indonesian food is my version of heaven. I will do a separate post on food in Bali – because my goodness it’s worth raving about – but for now I will share the non-food bits. There was lovely views, lovely buildings, lovely statues, lovely people.
She looks mesmerised, doesn’t she? Miss A loved those statues.
I was rapt to find one of my favourite cafes from my previous visits to Ubud was still there. Casa Luna! Hello!This was round about the same time we noticed Mr J was becoming quite the charmer. Love that boy.
But here’s the thing about Ubud… it’s probably more suited to travellers without young kids. Our lively two wanted to see animals, so we ventured to the nearby Bali Marine and Safari Park.
I’m always in two minds about these kinds of parks. I worry about the exploitation of animals. From all my research it seemed this park had an emphasis on conservation and promoted ethical treatment of animals, so we hoped for the best.
The real komodo dragons were in the enclosure behind, but I think she liked the komodo statue better.
Just up the road from our villa we found a restaurant called Laka-Léké that performed traditional Balinese dancing a few times a week. It was so low-key and uncrowded. Just what we wanted. Front row seats. Under the stars.
Poor Mr J fell asleep just as the performance started. The waiters quickly put two chairs together to form a bed (like they had done it before!). Every thing was no hassle, just so laid back.
The dance was called the Frog Dance… and it seemed we had a our own little frog. Good night, frog boy.
And so ends our tale of all things Ubud. In the next post I will tell you about the lovely villa we stayed at. It’s worth a post of it’s own.
Coming up: Part 3. A villa called the ‘soul of nature’.