I wrote a kickass opening paragraph but I decided to replace it with this few brief awkward words because the previous words were a bit.. provocative. Anyway, I went on a trip a few days ago.
The destination was Bedugul and.. wait for it.. Jimbaran. It’s like half-a-Bali away, dood, but since I am a very good friend I drove my buddies where they wanted to go. The participants were Gunsou san, Kupit and miss Kupit’s girlfriend.
Yep, you guessed that one right. Me and Gunsou san were a third and fourth wheel.
Kebun Raya Eka Karya Bedugul (I bet some of you didn’t know this official name) was awesome as usual, I needed the fresh oxygen after a full month of breathing my room’s not-so-fresh air. I’ve always liked that particular spot in Kebun Raya, you know that hill overseeing the Beratan lake. Nothing new tho, move along now.
Next stop was Padang Padang Beach, Uluwatu. For those who have been to Bali but never been there, I urge you to visit this site next time. Awesome shallow clear water on white sand and fine looking hanging cliffs, this place is far better than Kuta beach. The fact that not many people visit this place contributes to the serene atmosphere.
Sold? Good.
Last stop was dinner at Cafe Matahari, Jimbaran. Yes yes I know, common sight in Bali, people dining by the beach and so on. But believe it or not, that was only my second time dining in a beachfront restaurant. First time was a couple of years ago when I almost barfed at my friend’s face when he talked to me while eating some sea creature.
The food was okay, the drinks were awesome but the service was a bit disappointing tho. A waiter actually raised his voice tone at one point when we asked why our prawn was not served yet. What a douche. But we wasn’t going to let that douche ruin our night so we decided to be merry instead. Perhaps those cocktails I ordered help too..
Cafe Matahari’s verdict: 7 out of 10.
It’s a bit pricey for food that taste quite usual, not that I was expecting unusual food, mind you. The place was great, on account of the dinner table being set on the beach. And the traditional Balinese dance performance was just another performance to me, but I bet it’d be mindblasting if you’ve never seen it before.
Whoa, when did this blog post turn into a restaurant review? I sidetracked, dammit. Anyhoo, the trip was awesome. Next time let’s bring more people and an inflatable bed. Huzzah, anima over and out.









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