Funky cafes in Uluwatu play Bob Marley and the staff walk, talk and get organised at about at 3/4 speed. Down here at the southern tip of Bali there’s not much traffic and most of it is scooters with surboard racks ridden by bronzed Australians blokes with bikini clad girls on the back. Early in the morning, surfers checks out the coast by scooter, and then choose a beach with the best waves. Hours later they come in and buy an Uluwatu special ‘peanut butter, banana and chocolate milkshake’ Chris had a quick surf, but skipped the milkshake!
We love rock clambouring, and at low tide we could walk way out on the reefs.
Uluwatu is not really a ‘family destination’. The beaches are surfy not swimmy, and we couldn’t find a family room. Proving that seven people can share three single beds if they’re tired enough.
A day trip to Kuta found us a baby friendly beach.
At the monkey temple, Meena went piratey. These cliffs made me homesick for Western Australia’s south west. I share my Mum’s love of coastal cliffs.
Sparky got jumped on by a cheeky monkey, Baby Boy declared they were dogs. He’s just got the one word for any and every animal, at this very cute stage.
We enjoyed a cold beer overlooking our favourite Uluwatu beach.
We spent a lovely time with my brother and his fiancee and their darling little baby boy, whom we had not met.
We ate sate and sate and sate.
We met traveling friends and ate corn on the beach, talking travel talk while the children reveled in playing in english for a change.
Our girls finally had the ‘bali hair’ they’d been dreaming of.
If I ever wanted to turn my brain down to a low simmer, and competely veg for the rest of my life, I think I’d move to Uluwatu.
But I don’t. We are up for a challenge, so China, here we come!