Indonesia Days 6 And 7: Not What I Expected

My last few days in Bali didn’t go down quite the way I wanted them to. I was really looking forward to sleeping in on Wednesday morning but I guess Dom thought it would be funny to wake me up for breakfast at 6:30 since I had woken him up that early the past couple of days. He came home at 4:30 so I’m pretty sure he did it just to piss me off. I rolled over and went back to sleep because I was in desperate need of a good night’s sleep and I could eat later.

I slept until about 9:30, went downstairs for breakfast, and crawled back into bed until it was time to check out. We had a hotel booked for the rest of our trip on another part of the island and rather than having the hotel book a taxi for us Dom insisted we stand in the street and wave someone down to haggle prices. It was about 35 degrees and I had 16kg strapped to my back so I wasn’t exactly thrilled with this plan but find silently brooding is more productive than starting an argument so I bit my tongue.

We finally agreed on a price of $12, which Dom thought was too high but considering it took well over an hour and a half to get to our destination I think it was a pretty fair price. That ride would have cost an arm and a leg back home.

The new hotel is pretty but that is pretty much all it has going for it. This kid really doesn’t know me if he thought I would enjoy this place. It is ridiculously expensive, you have to pay for Wi-Fi, and it is in the middle of nowhere so there is absolutely nothing to do, except maybe lay by the pool but it smells pretty bad outside. I could have stayed at a hostel in a part of the island I actually wanted to in, for less money than I paid to get Internet access, and I would have been able to meet new people and make new friends. Needless to say I was not a happy camper.

I had a ridiculously sore throat so I spent most of the two days in bed catching up on TV shows and watching movies on HBO, not quite how I had envisioned my last two days of this great adventure. I had hoped to go parasailing and maybe even whitewater rafting but those dreams went out the window when we arrived at the overpriced resort. I think I would have been even more annoyed if I wasn’t sick the whole time. If I had actually had the energy to get out of bed and do stuff and there was nothing to do but lay by the smelly pool I think I would have lost it!

I guess I learned something from the experience though, never trust someone to book accommodation for you, even if they have been to the area before and insist it is the place to be. I should have done more research and booked a hostel months ago instead of a hotel that cost more per night than the most expensive hostel I stayed in over the last 6 weeks would have cost for ten nights.