On our second day in Nusa Lembongan, we woke early to the sound of the waves crashing and the salty sea spray falling like glitter onto the properties edge. Breakfast was all taken care of for us, as we nursed our heads at the table, with toast and jam, bright tropical fruit, freshly pressed juice and the most incredible banana pancakes I’ve ever had in my life! After some more time poolside, we decided to hire some scooters and ride about the island. With our villa sitting out away from the tarmac roads, and an incredibly rugged terrain to navigate through, this idea was very short lived and we were taken back to the villa with a few bumps and grazes. Instead, we set off again on foot to the nearby Beach Club at Sandy Bay for a delicious lunch and walked to try and find some more bandages (this is where traveling with a first aid kit is a great necessity and we were lucky Sarah came prepared). Our egos and our bodies were a little bruised and battered, but the food at Sandy Bay and the view from our table sure managed to brighten us up!
From there, our host had arranged for his cousin to take us snorkelling for a few hours. We were sure the salty ocean would do our aching bodies some good, so we climbed onto another small truck and were taken out to where a small traditional fishing boat (‘jukung’) was waiting for us. Our guide was a quiet old man, who seemed more at home out on the water than on land. He barely spoke a word of English (apart from the odd warning of jellyfish) but was so friendly and helpful getting us into our snorkelling equipment. He took us to some of the best snorkelling spots around the island, and at the second (and by far the best) stop gave us some bread to entice the fish with. We had hundreds of fish of all different sizes and shapes nibbling at the soggy bread from our fingertips. Each stop we were hit with a wave of jellyfish and were stung a few times over, but nothing could wipe the silly smiles off our faces.
We make our way back as the sun started to sink, the golden rays reflecting off the waves, the salty water through our hair and over our faces – we were tired, a little worse for wear, but blissfully happy and already sad we would be saying goodbye to this wonderful island the next day.
I find myself constantly day dreaming about Bali and it’s unmatched beauty, and hope one day I’ll find myself back there again!