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Indonesia - Fiery Blues of Kawah Ijen, Java

A view of Kawah Ijen's crater lake, known to be the largest acidic lake in the world. Our guide Anto said people still swim in the turquoise blue water. We wouldn't take that chance.

A view of Kawah Ijen's crater lake, known to be the largest acidic lake in the world. Our guide Anto said people still swim in the turquoise blue water. We wouldn't take that chance.

Los Machucambos - Pepito

We leave Bali on a local bus, from the Mengwi bus station to Banyuwangi, on the East tip of Java. A hot and humid 4-hour ride until we cross the narrow waters between Bali and Java on a slow ferry. We arrive at Pepito’s Guest House, a cozy and cheap place in the city with a warm owner, Pepito; he quickly clarifies that the real boss is his wife (I, of course, avidly concur). 

Banyuwangi is a small city with few things to see, but it is the prime location for a night stop over before hiking the amazing Kawah Ijen, one of Indonesia’s most active volcano, topped with the world’s largest highly acidic lake. Before we get there, though, we spend time roaming through the city. We had almost forgotten that Indonesia is largely Muslim (85% of the population). We walk through the small streets as the Muezzin sings the Adhan, 5-times daily call to worship. The locals are all nice and respectful, but the stares are long and now directed at Madie rather than me. We’ll make sure to bring a scarf tomorrow. At night, we eat our first Martabak, a most delicious dish, like a fried pancake filled with duck eggs, onions and your meat or vegetable of choice.

The colors and late afternoon light were just right, making this place the perfect place to sit for a few minutes after our walk around town.

The colors and late afternoon light were just right, making this place the perfect place to sit for a few minutes after our walk around town.

Pepito helps us plan our hike up Kawah Ijen to see the blue flames and sunrise; we will charter with Catherine, another guest of the house for a cheaper group price. For most places we’ve hiked so far, if they’d be located in the U.S., we would have signed three waivers, a blood pact and made five pinky promises. In South-East Asia, if you’re willing and able to walk, your security is your responsibility - so we read online (maybe too much) the numerous warnings for people with asthma, panic attacks or difficulty breathing. Kawah Ijen is an active volcano constantly spitting out sulfuric clouds - and sometimes, the wind is against you.

At 1am we started our journey to see the Blue Fire, an ignited sulfuric blue gas visible at night at the site of a sulfur mine in the Ijen Crater. The flame is intense and too abstract to appreciate here (it’s behind the clouds in this photo).Using …

At 1am we started our journey to see the Blue Fire, an ignited sulfuric blue gas visible at night at the site of a sulfur mine in the Ijen Crater. The flame is intense and too abstract to appreciate here (it’s behind the clouds in this photo).Using the words of our French hiking companion, Catherine, “C’est fou!”

The journey starts with a foggy wake up at one in the morning and a bumpy hour jeep ride. We’re handed over extra jackets and gas masks (I get the pink one), and start hiking in the pitch black night - the chill immediately reaching our bones. Unfortunately, we did not ask for a “tall white guy” jacket, so I settle for my long sleeve and breaking a sweat on the way. It takes us a couple hours to reach the top; we walk carefully on a narrow rocky path down to the center of the crater, close to the source of the sulfur gas. The air stinks; the path is slippery and extremely steep. But the scenery is all the more breathtaking. The blue flashes we could see from the top become 3-meter tall fierce flames, created by immediate combustion of the sulfuric gasses meeting the oxygen-filled air; thankfully the wind is with us, pushing the menacing cloud away, so we get to come as close as the heat lets us. Some of the gases condense into liquid sulfur which continues to burn as it comes down the slope, creating a blue-like lava.

A colorful mix of local guides, miners, and hikers at the ridge of the Kawah Ijen crater, with its sulfuric gas and acidic lake below.

A colorful mix of local guides, miners, and hikers at the ridge of the Kawah Ijen crater, with its sulfuric gas and acidic lake below.

“C’est Dantesque,” our French hiking partner says. I can’t disagree and fall silent to the amazing power in front of us. It‘s hard not to awe stupidly, but the gas mask doesn’t let me. The wind brings a wave of acid cloud, immediately attacking violently my throats and lungs. You’d almost complain and whine, if it wasn’t for crossing paths with miners on their way back, with 75-100 kg of bright yellow sulfur on their shoulders, and no gas masks. For Rp 600-700 per trip, they reduce their life by a decade or two to feed their family. Close to the gas cloud, ceramic pipes help speed up the cooling process, effectively harvesting sulfur. Unlike in Bali, volcanoes are not holy - they're a source of income. We climb back up and spend the sunrise looking over the crater and the green acid lake. The scenery is right out of an old star trek episode. My throat feels like the day after a rough night with friends at Shotwell. Maybe I’m getting a little nostalgic.

Relieved to have a breath of fresh air at the ridge of Kawah Ijen.

Relieved to have a breath of fresh air at the ridge of Kawah Ijen.

We're back from the hike at 8am, exhausted and amazed; we leave only an hour later on a six-hour train to Surabaya. We stocked up on snacks - meanwhile, Ramadan started. A little girl keeps smiling and playing with me on the train. We pass by the famous Mt. Bromo, choosing not to stop after reading numerous disappointing experiences (including our friends Me & Frenchie). We’ll have time later in our life for an easy jeep ride amongst tourists up the volcano; Our heads are still filled with Kawah Ijen anyway. Instead, we rest for a few days in Surabaya, in a cheap room upgraded with the mosquito net, watching CSI and eating our first McDonald’s in a long time, gulping down longingly a large glass of Coke. Comfort food is a contextual thing.


Links & Tips

  • Kawah Ijen - The awesome volcano of this post. Read more about the blue flames on NatGeo.
  • Should you be wary of the terrible gasses during the hike? Maybe so. We were quite lucky that the wind never really pushed the cloud our way. That said, a lot of the reading online is quite dramatic. After the fact, this was the best resource we found online.
  • Banyuwangi is a 6-hour bus + ferry ride from Bali. We took a bus from the Mengwi station, but the trip can also be started at the Ubung bus terminal. It cost us Rp 130.000 each - but we know now that we overpaid. Make sure never to buy bus tickets from the ticket station, which known to inflate prices. Hop on the bus and negotiate with the driver. The trip can also be arranged with an agency directly from Bali, but will take a full 24 hours if done in one shot (see link above). Better to stop over in Banyuwangi at least for one night.
  • If you do stop in Banyuwangi, make sure to check out our friend and owner of Pepito Guest House. Great rooms, free breakfast, good wifi, and cheap restaurants all around.
  • Where to find the best Martabak in town? We just walk around and look for the deep frying pan. There is no ‘bad’ Martabak.

Indonesia - Ubud, Bali (or the Tri Hita Karana)

Mesmerized by the beauty of the Saraswati Temple, a place we weren’t looking for, but serendipitously stumbled upon in the center of Ubud.

Mesmerized by the beauty of the Saraswati Temple, a place we weren’t looking for, but serendipitously stumbled upon in the center of Ubud.

Esbjorn Svensson Trio - Ballad for the Unborn

Ah, Bali. The top destination of Indonesia - the one people fly to - the one people come to eat, pray & love, and to perfect their yoga. Indonesia is a large archipelago of around 13,000 islands, and as big as it is, it was hard for us to find a way to Indonesia without visiting its most beautiful island, or so they say. We come here skeptical, doubtful, almost on alert. We decide to skip Gili and Kuta to avoid the ‘worst’ of it. But despite all our efforts, Bali, and more specifically Ubud, takes us by surprise. After a few weeks of bare walls and unfinished buildings in the Philippines and Labuan Bajo, we fall for the colors of houses, flowers and funeral structures; for the daily tradition of the Canang Sari; for the large green steps built by the rice terraces; for the numerous temples, each with their finite details, monsters and overwhelming peace. We meet the real Balinese, and their unique culture takes us away; the one that stood with its Hindu tradition while the rest of Indonesia became Muslim a few hundred years ago. Maybe we are still rookie travelers, too quick to love the unknown and the pretty, but the heart of the people of Ubud drew us into the Bali we didn’t think existed: the peaceful, respectful and harmonious - the ‘real’ Bali, I hope.

Coming from Labuan Bajo, we land at the Denpasar airport and live our first bad experience with locals - a short altercation with taxi drivers. We were too smart for their own good and tried to work with the local Uber: GrabCar. The local mafia of taxi drivers did not appreciate so we have to walk a kilometer out to get our better price. We’re getting used to walking out of airports. Trusting reviews on TripAdvisor, we make our way to a place called Pondok Permata, 5-10 minutes out of Ubud. It’s a simple, quiet homestay in the Balinese style, owned by a single family who is quick to make us part of theirs. Putu (the son) gives us all the options for activities around here. We understand quickly that we just got lucky, so terribly lucky. Finding a family to understand the root of their country was all we ever wanted. A mere few hours after we dropped our backpacks, we decide that we will stay here until we leave for Java. Screw Gili, Kuta, the large beaches and cold beer; we’ll take the fan room instead.

Just a few macaques at the Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary in Ubud. The animals are a bit aggressive here, as they've gotten used to being fed bananas and coconuts by tourists. Still fun to observe, nonetheless.

Just a few macaques at the Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary in Ubud. The animals are a bit aggressive here, as they've gotten used to being fed bananas and coconuts by tourists. Still fun to observe, nonetheless.

We settle on a scooter for the first day (for a mere Rp 60.000, or $5) to explore Ubud and its surroundings. We walk through the Monkey Forest, a park with multiple colonies of macaques and a couple large temples. As much as I dislike zoos, this is the best form of cohabitation between an animal shelter and the many tourists visiting it. There’s an effort to maintain harmony and let the rainforest be, with its monkeys, birds and numerous plants. As we drive away, we come across large colorful structures shaped like bulls and horses. We’ll understand later that they are sarcophagi to be burned at a later funeral (read more about this fascinating tradition here). We stop on the road for a cheap lunch (Rp 40.000 for two) with a view of roosters being prepped for a fight. We get to Goa Gajah, the Elephant Cave. At the temple, the cashier dresses me with a sarong, mandatory in any temple here. We avoid skillfully to pay for the extra guide, explore the premises and come to a small temple with an old lady praying. She blesses us with incense, gives us a small flower and puts rice on our forehead and throat. We feel somewhat special (but yes, she pointed to the donation box at the end, still she was super real and the rice was magical or something).

We roam throughout Ubud and the countryside on our scooter, speeding overconfidently through narrow passages. We see many temples that day, small ones, nestled between shops or behind restaurants. We pass by the local coffee plantation to get the 12-cup free taster of coffee and tea, and taste the famous Luwak coffee (or cat-pooh-ccino). As we come back to the house, we’re hollered by Weci, the dad, who is playing at a local event that night. We follow him on the winding road at night to get to the show. It’s a simple outdoor theater, and we’re two of the six spectators. With other villagers, he plays the Jegog, an instrument made out of bamboo. His daughter is one of the dancers telling the traditional stories on farming, swans and love (of course). The show is fun and the dances beautiful - my still-working mind looks at their traditional hand movement and fear for bad cases of carpal tunnel. The bamboo music is surprisingly fun to listen to, full of deep beats created by the larger bamboo. We even get to step on stage at the end and try out the Jegog. A lovely end to a beautiful first day.

On the road through rural Bali.

On the road through rural Bali.

Weci drives us on the second day to the further temples. Just like in the Philippines, this is my favorite time; there’s not much to hide when you’re stuck in a car with someone for a few hours. He tells us stories about Bali, his village, and his house; we tell him about our travels and plans (still no kids?). We learn how some trees and statues becoming holy will be dressed in sarongs, what the tradition of the Canang Sari means, and what Bokashi is (the best remedy for mosquito bites, sore throat, stress and just about everything else). We drive by the beautiful terraces of Tegallalang, the perfect place for a photo. But he takes us on the back roads, and it seems that the entire countryside deserves a picture, with its lush forests and endless rice fields. He drives us to Pura Gunung Kawi and Pura Tirta Empul, large temple complexes that we explore for a few hours. The latter one is built around a natural water spring, revered by the Balinese; its water can cure all diseases. The Canang Saris are stacked near each water spouts. Locals who follow the tradition will put their head under every one of them. I decide against going in the water, too respectful to their tradition (or maybe just a coward). As we drive back (and hear more stories), Weci stops to buy Bokashi for us, and two portions of Babi Guling wrapped in banana leaves, one of the local delicacies that I can only describe as lechon with rice, blood sausage, and a spicy sauce. The local beer, Bintang, washes down the best lunch we’ve had in a while.

One of the most revered temples on Bali is the Tirta Empul, know for its holy waters that flow from sacred springs. Locals and tourists flock here to make offerings, bathe, and pray. It's a beautiful and spiritual place, even with the crowds.

One of the most revered temples on Bali is the Tirta Empul, know for its holy waters that flow from sacred springs. Locals and tourists flock here to make offerings, bathe, and pray. It's a beautiful and spiritual place, even with the crowds.

After a short sleep, we wake up at 2am for a sunrise hike up Mt. Batur. During the hour drive, we meet another guest of Pondok, Becca - our new friend from Seattle. We start hiking in complete darkness up a steep rocky path for two hours with our guide. It’s steep, tiring and chilly. Our friendly talk with Becca stops early, leaving room for heavy panting. I hide cowardly behind Madie’s need for stops to catch my own breath. Our breath is steamy - who would have thought we’d get close to freezing temperatures in Bali? After a long wait at the top, the sun starts showing rosy colors behind a sea of magnificent clouds. There is no landscape, only us above clouds, with larger formations at the horizon building a cloud-like mountain range. The sun peeks shyly through giving it a pinkish color, an enormous cotton candy. It’s impossible to take pictures, at least not for me. I turn to Madie, only to find her sound asleep. I mistakenly wait to wake her up; a few minutes later, a dense fog comes in that would make San Francisco jealous. I guess the magnificent sea of clouds rushed onto us. We make our way down and finally see the landscape and nearby lake as the sun starts winning over the clouds. Lava painted the landscape in dark stone on which few things grow. Between the lava patterns are forest and fields of onions, chili, cabbage and many others.

Rolling green hills over black lava on the way down from our sunrise hike on Mount Batur. This valley produces a wealth of crops for Bali, because of it's rich, fertile, volcanic soil. Lots of corn, chilis, cabbage, tomatoes. 

Rolling green hills over black lava on the way down from our sunrise hike on Mount Batur. This valley produces a wealth of crops for Bali, because of it's rich, fertile, volcanic soil. Lots of corn, chilis, cabbage, tomatoes. 

We arrive back at our homestay around 9am and get a few hours of sleep. In the late afternoon, we meet another member of the Pondok family, the mom, for the mandatory cooking class. I learn to cook with tempeh, a more meaty version of soy thanks to the process of fermentation. I make delicious fried mashed potatoes (Bergedel), chicken satay with a spicy peanut sauce (Sate Ayam with Gado-Gado), fish in fresh coconut milk (Bumbu). I promise myself to buy a large mortar and pestle when we have a kitchen again. Simple recipes with always the same tricks: mash all spices in the mortar (never season on the mortar itself), mix with your deliciousness of choice, and preferably fry the outcome. Balinese food is spicy, not sweet, and full of character. And there is no beef around, because of the Hindu religion. 

After a busy few days, we try to slow down to take it in. Ubud took us by storm, and it’s time to let it settle. We have a couple more “rest” days here, in which we simply immerse ourselves in the culture and the small things. We eat regularly at the local warung, get a $6 massage, work and do laundry, and do our best to stop time from running. Ubud is a significant place for us, one where we were able to live with locals and get a taste of the peace of the place. Yes, it’s not all perfect - we sometimes felt like a large walking dollar bill, whether in the Denpasar airport, the Mengwi bus station, or passing the many stalls selling overpriced sarongs near temples (all temples with entrance fee offer a free one). We know we pay more than the locals in most cases; the better places have domestic and foreign prices called out. Bali is a top attraction and this is felt throughout the island. But the stillness of Ubud, we have not felt anywhere else. We got lucky with the dear family at Pondok Permata, but it just seems easy to get lucky there, as long as you travel smart and don’t give in to the obvious looking for tourist traps. And if you do, well, you may have spent a whooping Rp 100.000 more than you should - maybe. That’s $7 for you, less than two Starbucks coffees. For them, it’s a week of food. Personally, I’ve just decided that I would pick the right people to get ripped off from. 

On the last day, I try to write down our experience with the Balinese culture and fail over and again; the blinking cursor is unforgiving. But we get lucky again. We forgot to tell Putu about staying an extra night, and he has to send us to another homestay 50 meters away, taken care of by his great-uncle Redjon. We get to a beautiful garden with a pond and a small wooden shelter for meditation; we are shown a pretty room with AC (we’ll find out later that we stayed at the Redjon Guest House). Unfortunately, we can’t stay long and wake up the next day in the early hours; we need to go to the bus station to start our journey to Java. We get coffee at a nearby shop and come back to the house. We’re ready to pay, ready to go, as busy as we know too well to be. Redjon slows us down and asks us to sit to hear the story of Bali. I fall into his words and stories and learn about the Tri Hita Karana, the tradition at the root of the Balinese philosophy. It is used universally on the island, whether it is to build a new house, make a decision about the village, or act with a random person you just met. The literal translation is: “The three causes of well-being,” promoting the following principles: harmony from human to human, harmony from human to God, and harmony from human to nature. In the last few minutes of our time in Ubud, I finally start to understand the place, and why I felt so at peace with its people, the city and the environment they are both part of. Everything is built with the Tri Hita Karana, whether it is to respect God, Nature or the People. All the social interactions with the Balinese are immersed with it. Everything, everyone follows it. We’ll come back and follow it a little more, we hope, but for now we have to move on to Java - and a completely different experience.

 

LINKS

  • Ubud was our only stop in Bali. We (purposedly) missed Kuta, and a short trip to the Gili islands, better places if you’re looking for a beach vacation, with lots of parties and cheap drinks (or so we heard). We only regret not going to Lombok and hike up Mt. Rinjani, much better than Mt. Bromo as we were told.
  • Transport
    • If you make your way to Bali or other major cities in Indonesia, make sure to check out GrabCar.
    • From Denpasar to Ubud, taxis at the airport will quote you anywhere between Rp 200.000 to 350.000. Walk a little and take a GrabCar for Rp 160.000.
    • At the end of our trip, we took the bus from Denpasar to Banyuwangi on East Java. Bus leaves from the Ubung station or can be taken at the Mengwi station later on. Don’t trust the ticket sellers at the bus station like we did, and get your ticket directly on the bus once you see one in that direction. We learned the hard way that they inflate greatly the prices. The bus ride to Banyuwangi, which includes the ferry crossing from Gilimanuk, took around 6 hours.

Indonesia - A Week in Komodo

Colorful reef fish under the Komodo National Park sea in Indonesia.

Colorful reef fish under the Komodo National Park sea in Indonesia.

On our last night in the Philippines, my friend Joe and I were cooking for 10 people for our last DemiPeche in a while. A couple hours after dinner, without any sleep, he drives us to the Manila airport for a 4am flight to Denpasar, on the island of Bali, Indonesia. We land four hours later, only to catch another flight to the town of Labuan Bajo on the island of Flores; this is the entrance point to Komodo. I look like a sleepy Gaston Lagaffe as we arrive there, one eye open and the right side of my hair starting a rebellion against the left. Fortunately, my mighty cap is here to rule them all.

To the surprise of a few taxis & scooters (“Ojek! Ojek!” they yell), we casually leave the airport by foot, thankful for Google Maps letting us know it’s only a 20-25m walk. This is our first time arriving somewhere without a place to sleep - a daring attempt in finding the better deal. Two things Google Maps doesn’t tell you: it’s hot and the walk has two hills. You think we’d figure that out, considering we’re in Indonesia on a small volcanic island, but remember, we didn’t sleep so well. We keep going in the heat and find the Spring Hill hotel, a peaceful place with a warm owner, Laura. The room is pretty, clean, with AC and has the nicest bathroom we’ve seen in a while (these simple things get us giggly nowadays); the price of Rp 250.000 per night is very reasonable in this town. We upgrade the room with our mosquito net, MacGiver-style. A shortcut through the houses will take us down to the town proper. As in Coron, we’re here primarily for the diving scene - less wrecks and more animals (sorry Marc) - and of course, the dragons. We immediately sign up for two days of diving with Dive Komodo, deciding (subconsciously) to explore Indonesia’s fauna and flora before its people.

One of Komodo National Park’s 29 islands. This beautiful reserve was established in 1980 and was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1991. The blue water, green hills, and ever changing clouds... We’ll never tire of this view. The Indonesi…

One of Komodo National Park’s 29 islands. This beautiful reserve was established in 1980 and was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1991. The blue water, green hills, and ever changing clouds... Well never tire of this view. The Indonesians have a different word for describing landscape as beautiful. They use indah. For a beautiful girl they use cantik (pronounced “chan-ti”).

Komodo is a large national park constituted of its three main islands, Komodo, Padar and Rinca (pronounced ‘reen-tshah’), and all its surrounding small islands and fishing villages. Thanks to being declared a national park, the region has been able to conserve its nature more effectively than most places in Indonesia. The Komodo Dragons population has been rising over the past years. But the protection is also effective underwater; Komodo holds one of the richest biodiversity on Earth. The bleaching of coral, unfortunately, is a universal problem due to the warming of water partly because of El Niño, partly because of global warming. Still, we witness the amazing small things of the underwater world: coral of all shapes and bright colors; a Hawksbill turtle eating off a coral, until it sees us and swims away; the pata pata, or hairy frogfish, a yellow fish with a clumsy walk at the bottom of the sea; the flamboyant cuttlefish, which can change color at will (the dive master desperately tries to trigger it); a menacing moray eel, hiding under a coral; a titan triggergish of 20 cm; the flying gurnard, swimming close to the floor, with two large fins that look like wings; a giant clam in which my head could fit easily; and a multitude of fish, all as weird and beautiful as the other: the stingray, the unicornfish, the scorpionfish, the pufferfish, the batfish, the harlequin sweetlips (Madie’s new nickname), the painted frogfish (my new nickname), and many others (of course, Nemo and Dori are here again).

A 18” titan triggerfish amongst the colorful corals. They can get up to 30”!

A 18” titan triggerfish amongst the colorful corals. They can get up to 30”!

Let’s not forget this region is known for the big stuff. On our first day, we dive amongst large manta rays, a magnificent sight I still can’t believe. The dive is easy, ends on a sandy slope were we hold still and wait for the show in warm water. Slowly, the rays start coming in this area, their cleaning station. They are the fish with the largest brain proportionally to their size; they’re inquisitive animals, will approach if we stay still and don’t create too many bubbles. They swim with so much grace it’s hard not to awe stupidly in the regulator; instead I give out a bubbly “Wooow.” We also cross path with a dugong, or sea cow, and two types of sharks, white-tip and black-tip

In the afternoon, we visit the dragons of Komodo, actually on the Rinca Island. They are amazing creatures, quite scary to be honest, but you can see the show being prepared by the rangers. The only dragons we’ll see are the ones sitting under the rangers’ house, lying there because of the shade. They seem to be fine with the people living here, and the tourists surrounding them for pictures. We take a small hike on the island of Rinca, with the nice tour guide telling us about the life of Komodo Dragons and the other creatures on the island, such as the crab-eating macaques and the water buffalos the dragons feed on. He was born and spent his life on this island.

With our dive buddy Dean (from the Bay Area!) and a sleepy Komodo Dragon on Rinca Island, Indonesia.

With our dive buddy Dean (from the Bay Area!) and a sleepy Komodo Dragon on Rinca Island, Indonesia.

As we head back on the boat for our first day, I sit at the head of the boat and stare at nothing, amazed by how much we saw. Not sure I’d recommend anyone to come here for the dragons, but I would to any diver interested in marine life. I stay still, meditative in some way; maybe that’s how Indonesia will get me.

But this story is better told in images. Madie’s beautiful narration is in the slideshow below.

After a busy two days on the water, we realize that we need days off. We call them rest days, work days or even laundry days, depending on the mood. They’re days just for us, during which I dive into my Kindle or write a blog post, and she works on pictures. In a way, they’re the home days, the ones we had back in SF during the weekend. We stroll around town and start experiencing the Indonesian town and food. Just being in a place doing nothing is what we do best together. In this case, we’re just at Laura’s home. During breakfast, I’m watching her hang out with a guest, likely a Catholic priest. In Indonesian, I hear the rhythm of a Christian prayer he recites with his eyes closed. Shortly after, I hear singing from the loud speaker of the nearby Mosque, reminded that Indonesia is primarily Muslim. This is the second country we’re visiting, and as close as it is to the Philippines, I start seeing the fundamental differences in its culture, history and people. Once everything quiets down, I close my eyes and attempt to still my mind. After 20 minutes, I manage only to drench my shirt with sweat. After 5 days, it’s already time to move again to the island of Bali and the peaceful Ubud.

 

Links

  • Of course, Labuan Bajo and the Komodo National Park. If you’re a diver in Indonesia, or passionate about the dragons, do not miss a trip there. With the short 1-hour flight from Denpasar airport in Bali, you can easily visit the marine life and Komodo Dragons on a 3-day trip. You can also cross via ferry & bus, or a boat tour, but it will turn out more expensive, and of course take much longer.
  • We highly recommend the shop at Dive Komodo. Awesome team, good gear and great lunch! (Thank you Wai & Yuventinus!)
  • Spring Hill Hotel was our homey and peaceful spot for a mere Rp 250.000 per night.
  • If you’re up for a more remote experience, the island of Flores can also be explored from Labuan Bajo.