I received mixed responses when telling people I was heading to Bali, so much so that I was not entirely sure what to expect. Friendly or unfriendly locals? Tranquil, relaxing beaches, or beaches infested by rowdy Australians? (FYI, I am Australian).
My final thoughts before departing for this trip is that like with anything in life it's what you put in that you get out - and big sis and I were looking for a relaxing, resort-type holiday. The sipping coconuts while reading trashy magazines on the beach kind. We would have the best time!
Turns out that I don't like coconut water very much (at least the kind directly from a coconut... am happy to smash the pre-packaged, refrigerated and guava-flavoured variety), and the only part I like in a trashy magazine is the crossword section. On day one I was so overwhelmed by the vastness of doing nothing for the next ten days that I dragged my sister into the first travel agent we encountered, had a chat with my new friend, Dennis, and said yes to everything he suggested.
Though this may have been partly due to the puppy they brought into the store that day. If you'd seen this little guy, you'da said yes to anything too!
Big sis had to talk some sense into me as I was handing over my credit card - I was on the verge of excessive spending. She was also not too keen on going canyoning in Indonesia. Plus there were all the activities she wanted to do!
Suddenly ten days didn't feel like enough.
Eventually we settled on an itinerary that satisfied both our needs - a nice balance of thrill-seeking and chilling by the pool (while reading Harry Potter). Stay tuned - will be sharing some of the adventures in the next few posts!