Bali
We left the beaches of Bali a few days ago, and are now in Ubud, in a beautiful villa nestled in the paddy fields. In Ubud we have spent lots of time swimming, reading, relaxing by the pool, shopping and having spa treatments.
We’ve been hitching scooter rides to get into town, but yesterday we decided to walk down. There is a short walking track through the Kajeng rice field popular with tourists that starts not far from our villa, so after being reassured by Gab that her ankle would be fine, we set off.
Bali is an absolutely beautiful island. There are waterfalls and streams, beaches, lush forest. As we walked we had the paddy fields spread out around us, rimmed by palm trees and dense tropical greenery. It’s the beginning of the planting season, so the fields were full of water with the bright green stems of early rice only just emerging. The brilliant morning sun made the water glisten. Beautiful.
We chatted, took photos, stopped to look at a small stall of baskets and spotted many birds.
It was flat and easy most of the way. And then we came around a corner to find the path had suddenly narrowed to a small tract of mud with a sheer drop to the side.
Gab reassured us that her ankle was fine, and so on we slithered.
Then we came to an unsecured dodgy looking plank of wood across a gap in the mud path.
‘I’ll go, ‘ I said as I stepped forward, ‘it seems sturdy. Ok no a bit spongey. Walk quickly everybody!’
Then we came to a vertical mud drop in the path.
‘Here…if you hold my hand….just….’
‘I’ve got it….can you just….hold a sec….’
‘Ooh, that gives way.’
‘Maybe if you go down sideways….’
The rice fields were far behind us, we were now at the top of a canyon. Ok maybe more a valley. And even through the treacherous terrain we could appreciate the crystal waterfall tumbling into the verdant gully below.
‘We’re here now,’ Jen reassured us only to find we weren’t at all anywhere.
Another bridge of wonky dodgy wood, an even narrower pathway and an alarmingly steep set of mud steps and finally we emerged into the bustling main street of Ubud.
‘Coffee?’
‘God yes,’ said Gab.
And she doesn’t even drink coffee.