The minivan sped around the serpentine tar road out of the volcanic area of Ijen and soon we were in the midst of civilisation again. Our last stop in Java island would be the port city of Ketapang where we will be ferried across the channel to Bali, in a bus, on a ferry. The ferry ride seemed to take forever, as I was already craving for a comforting hot water bath and laze my sore asses onto my soft bed. After almost 2 hours of rocking on a boat, we finally touched ground and landed ourselves in Bali.
The moment you land in Bali, you can feel the difference - the ambience and the culture permeating the air. It is not surprising to see Hindu shrines erected outside each and every house, as the majority of Balinese are Hindus. In other words, yeah, pork, finally after almost 5 days of being deprive of it!
Nonetheless, Bali is also notorious for its horrendous traffic standstill, due to its narrow roads and heavy traffic. Hence, not surprisingly, the journey from Gilimanuk to Denpasar took us 4 bloody hours!
By the time we reached our hotel, it was already almost 5pm. Sore, exhausted, and run down with sweat, I was never so delighted before to be in a hotel! Delightfully Yulia Village Inn in Ubud was just splendid. Located centrally in Ubud just beside one of the main streets, it is a stone's throw away from all the locations.
Well, the first day in Bali was spent relaxing - we grabbed dinner, went for massage, took a short stroll, and dozed off in our hotel early. It's time to eat, pray and love.
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