It is time for a beach. Even for two. Two of the most gorgeous and hard to find beaches of Bali. These two characteristics seem to go hand in hand.
During the hour-long journey to the south of the island with the longed-for beaches, we had to stop. Hungry and happy, we noticed the most European-looking supermarket-bakery. Better safe than sorry. We did not want to spend our last hours in Bali hugging the ass gasket/big white telephone (again). In the shop, there were things similar to what we have in our stores (which until then, I had not seen in Bali). Storefront with dried meats, cheese, fruits and vegetables, cosmetics, and even stationery and books. South Bali does not retain much of its original charm.
We had breakfast with the fresh, delicious pastries from the bakery and continued our walk to the beautiful, yet not so famous, beaches. We were lucky to turn at the right sign to Dreamland Beach. We headed on a narrow and broken road; we got confused (several times), we turned around, and we almost ran out of gas. Luckily, we noticed the tiny signs on the trees which showed us the way to the beach. From the place where we left the motorbike, there was a captivating vista of the bright blue water, the fine, white sand, the rocks, and several umbrellas with sunbeds. There was an ugly hotel too.
For the first time, I was experiencing such an azure sea with such gigantic waves, forming close to the coast. These waves were capable of making going in the water a very wet and dangerous adventure. Despite that, the bravest enthusiasts were trying their best surf – not very successfully, though! 🙂
The number of sunbeds and umbrellas increased to twenty in the afternoon, but in general, there was a relaxed feeling (probably, we have to exclude the masseuses – two for each sunbather…)
This beach is very different from all the other standard Bali beaches. There is an interesting story behind it.
Years ago, the President’s son (or was he the son of the King…) noticed the beauty of the beach and decided to include it in Bali’s tourism development program. What did the program envisage – moving the people, around 200 families who lived in the area around the beach, and that was it. Very wise a plan, don’t you think? Even nowadays, there are people (from those who had to move) at the beach entrance who ask for a “fee” because they need the money (after all, they were left without a roof over their heads) or, at least, that is the general belief. However, we did not pass through the standard entrance – remember, we were with a motorbike. The broken, dusty road saved us from experiencing the sad sight of poor, homeless people.
The only problems we needed to overcome were those specific pains on designated places of our bodies caused by the rough terrain, and in this case – the lack of gasoline. Speaking of pain, with a considerable amount of negotiations, we arranged a one-hour massage for each of us for the price of 80 thousand rupees altogether. The trained hands of the masseuses, together with the sound of the tide and the sun gently caressing our bodies, made us forget all our daily concerns.
One beach for us was not enough, so we moved to Padang Padang where we arrived just on time to observe a mesmerizing sunset. After that, the most logical thing was to have dinner and drink some wine at home – that is what we did. After several tries, we came to the conclusion that not all supermarkets sell alcohol.
The cheapest wine was around 30 BGN… The wine was neither cheap nor the best in the world, but experience is the best teacher. We also purchased the legendary rice wine which traveled happily to Bulgaria in our luggage.
Padang Padang should be visited at day light. That’s why we devoted a big part of our penultimate day in Bali to it.
|The beach can be reached thanks to steep stairs cut in the rocks.|
|Practicing stone moving.|
|Looks like a castaway.|
But this was not all. We still had some time – it was our second to last day in Bali! Here are our memories from the last day…