A sense of belonging in Ubud – part two 

There is SO MUCH to do in and around Ubud. I actually found it quite overwhelming initially, because as per my previous post on not being a box ticker, Iwas torn between doing the sights and just wandering. Luckily, I had enough time to do almost everything I wanted. 

Here’s a bit of a breakdown on what I got up to:

Eat, walk, shop

Ubud is the perfect place to wander, eat great food (see previous post) and shop. 

The famous Ubud art market is everything you want an Asian market to be; colourful and chaotic. It’s a a great place to haggle – I got a tan real leather backpack for the equivalent of £20. I also bought two ‘silver’ rings which have sadly tarnished, so I recommend that people rather go to a proper shop and ask to see hallmarks when parting with money for jewellery. Beyond the market, there are so many gorgeous shops in Ubud selling beautiful clothing, jewellery and crafts. I had to exercise restraint on a daily basis! I also bought myself a shiva enscribed necklace from Yin Jewellery, which specialises in spiritual and chakra balancing jewellery. There are also some really wonderful bookshops/second hand bookshops to while away an afternoon in, and art galleries to peruse – the area is known for its artists. 

I spent hours wandering up and down its streets, giving myself regular breaks to sit and read and drink tea, which I now just fully accept is just my all time favourite past time wherever I am in the world (except possibly drinking gin). 

Periuk Cookery Class

Mom and Dad paid for me to do a cookery class and have a spa day as an early Christmas gift (thanks mom and dad, you da best) and on recommendation from a friend, I chose Periuk cookery class. I had the most incredible day! 

The cookery school is at the back of a family compound and has lovely jungle and rice terrace views. After being picked up, we were taken to a local food market in a small village on the outskirts of Ubud where we saw locals selling their wares and had different types of exotic fruit and veg explained to us. 

We were then taken to the rice paddies and told how rice is harvested, before being taken to the family home and shown how they make their own coconut oil. 

Then came the cooking! Now, all of you will know I’m not particularly proficient in the kitchen and rather a real fan of three for £10 M&S ready meals, which is ironic given the fact my parents are both amazing chefs who refuse to own a microwave. Both of my sisters can cook too, it’s really just me who doesn’t particularly enjoy cooking or have a flair for it. 

However I loved every minute of this experience. We made everything from scratch, crushing the peanuts for our sate and chillies for our sambal. 

Our host explained it and demonstrated every step, so even for a novice like me this was fairly straightforward! The food was absolutely to DIE for! We made steamed tuna in banana leaf, chicken and coconut milk curry, sticky tempe, Balinese vegetable salad, chicken sate, steamed rice and coconut pancakes. 

I have a recipe card and now like to think I’ll cook for family when I’m back at home (although lesbehonest, will probs need Julia to be my sous). 

Campuhan ridge walk 

I decided to do the soft hike along the Campuhan Ridge Walk the morning of my spa day. It was a beautiful but hot day so I got started early. Of course, I got lost and ended up walking about 20 minutes in the wrong direction down an increasingly narrow river path. In hindsight I probably should have realised sooner that this was not a ridge of any description. 

I came around a bend in the river, starting to wonder where on earth I was, when I was extremely surprised to find a stark bollock naked man, who was easily 90, standing knee deep in the river. In my state of slightly lost panic I didn’t really register he was naked fully until I had started asking him for directions in the form of: “ME LOST. CAMPUHAN?”. Then, dear readers, he thrust his manhood in the direction opposite me saying CAMPUHAN CAMPUHAN repeatedly while laughing cheerily. Yes, I was given directions via the medium of penis because WHO NEEDS A COMPASS anyway. I wasn’t vaguely threatened by this little old naked man but only when I walked away in a hurry did the ridiculousness of what had just happened hit me. It’s a sight I believe I will never fully unsee and of course I have had to wonder whether this is all part of a ploy for a pervy old man to get his kicks or whether he was just having a wash and his penis directions were genuine.

Once I was on the right path and only faced with non naked people, I found the hike really enjoyable (but very sweaty). I took my time and the whole walk took me about two hours. The views from the ridge are beautiful! 

Karsa Spa

At the end of the ridge walk lies Karsa Spa, and it is an actual dream. I had a perfect day there courtesy of my parents, quite possibly my favourite of my trip so far. 

It’s no secret that while I really don’t mind slumming it I do love a bit of a pamper, and this was such a luxury from start to finish – especially following my morning hike! The surroundings provide utter peace and tranquility and every tiny detail had been thought of. 

I had a day spa package which included a whole host of amazing treatments using natural, organic products and a focus on balancing the body and spirit – a facial, a chakra tuning reiki, a full body massage, a hair wash, a mani pedi and, my favourite, a Balinese body scrub and bath in essential oils and rose petals. THE DREAM! 

Visit http://www.karsaspa.com if you’re ever in Bali and want to visit the most amazing spa ever 😊

Telegelang rice terraces and Tenegunan Waterfall

These are a bit of an iconic must see while in Bali. Jenn and I visited as part of a  I thought they were jaw droppingly beautiful, but others at my hostel said they felt underwhelmed by them (I suspect those people have seen too many rice paddies in their time). We got there early to avoid the midday crowds, climbed down to the bottom and back up again – but the views from the top are by far the most amazing. 

I was less enthralled by Tenegunan Waterfall down the road. The waterfall itself and its jungle surrounds are actually really beautiful but the whole entry area is full of tacky souvenir shops which spoils the nature vibes somewhat. That being said, I took the opportunity for a dip (and a 20 photo photo shoot under the waterfall, obvs. Thanks Jenn!) 


I LOVE this concept – a vegan cinema with great films and great food just off Jl Hanoman. For 50,000 IDR you get entry to a film night and can also redeem that cost towards a vegan meal while watching the film – we watched Caramel, a Lebanese chick flick which I actually really enjoyed, and i ate delicious lemongrass and coconut tofu with greens and steamed rice. 


When in Ubud, yoga is a must – it’s really the yoga capital of Bali and many come here just for that. 

I didn’t do as much yoga as I’d planned in Ubud as, unlike Canggu, I had a lot of other things I wanted to spend my time doing, but did enjoy a few visits to the infamous Yoga Barn (which is lovely) – and used a class pass during my last weekend at Gentle Flow, Restorative and Kundalini classes. I also went to a soft evening flow class at Radiantly Alive, which I think I actually preferred as a yoga studio as it was smaller class sizes and I felt less intimidated (seriously the yogis at Yoga Barn are like super human yogis, I’ve never seen such beautiful bodies!). 

A visit from Ness 

Ness and I spent three days in Ubud and two in Uluwatu. I can’t even express how much I loved and valued her company, to be with someone who truly knows and gets me and is one of life’s special people for me meant the world. We swam in our huge pool, talked each other to death, cafe hopped and walked rice paddies (and did more shopping). It was all perfect, thank you for coming to see me Ness 😘 – I’ll blog about Uluwatu on my next post! 

Reflections on Ubud
There aren’t many places in the world I have found myself internally plotting how I can give up my life, up sticks and move there. Apart from New York, and what a contrast this is! 

Yes, in many ways it has become pseudo spiritual and yogi but I’m not sure that outweighs the authenticity of the spirituality of the place. It feels like somewhere that, As well as sightseeing, people visit to live their best lives not just ‘be on holiday’. It is refreshing and full of good energy, it is Bali’s heartbeat and the Balinese culture embodied, the people are truly wonderful, the surrounding nature is gorgeous. I could go on! I felt truly relaxed into myself in Ubud and found it difficult to leave. 

Next post – Uluwatu, a day in Seminyak and on to Vietnam! 

A sense of belonging in Ubud (part one)

This is the first of two posts dedicated to my time in Ubud, which I totally adored.

But first, a weekend in Canggu 

Back on the mainland, I first spent a weekend in Canggu. This time I stayed in a dream, bed bug free hostel that was basically a luxury villa. The guy who owns Waterborn jacked in his corporate life to run a hostel in Bali and he seriously has it down a T – it’s beautiful, clean and oh so comfortable. 

Waterborn Hostel

In Canggu I spent my days lazing by the pool and went back to Serenity for a yoga class, feeling a little rusty after not having done any yoga since Lombok. I met Radana, a friend from home in Bali with her boyfriend on holiday, for a dreamy lunch at the Lawn. It was pricey by backpacker standards but they did amazing frozen rose cocktails and had dream beach views. 

I also met some really wonderful people at Waterborn (hiiii Hanna and Lisa 😘) the same kinds of kindred spirit travellers I had met at Captain Coconuts, and had some GREAT dinners and drinks (I covered Canggu food in a previous post but check out Echo Beach fish barbecue and, if you’re dying for a “real” coffee like I was, get yourself to trendy café Crate).

I also got up at 5am one morning to watch the sunrise and it was spectacular, just us and local fisherman (and a couple of keen morning runners) on the beach. 

Being back in Canggu felt super chilled and staying at Waterborn felt like such a luxury. I could quite happily have spent the entire final fortnight of my trip there  but Ubud was waiting!

Initial impressions of Ubud 

I deliberately saved Ubud til last because I had a feeling I’d fall in love with it. Not only is it Eat Pray Love brought to life, but everything about it that I’d read appealed. Set amidst the lush jungle, with waterfalls and rice terraces and countryside cookery schools and coffee plantations only a 10 minutes drive away, and a busy, buzzy centre packed with art galleries and craft shops and yoga schools and spas and amazing restaurants – it sounded like utter perfection.

Putu, my very first Bali driver, picked me up from Canggu and took me to Ubud. I’m going to be honest and say that my heart sank a little when we first drove into Ubud and I was confronted with crazy busy roads, traffic and what seemed to be endless crowds of people. Momentarily, it felt like the magic I had conjured up in my own mind was nowhere to be seen. This can’t be it, I reasoned to myself. And luckily, I was right. 

Yes, Ubud is busy and yes, tourists visit in their throngs (and I am proudly one of them; it always amuses me when backpackers begrudge a place for being touristy when there is clearly a reason they have visited that very place). That scene in Eat Pray Love where Julia Roberts cycles along a deserted, leafy, pedestrianised street to Wayan’s shop? Not sure where it was filmed but it sure as hell wasn’t central Ubud. Ubud’s centre is full of vertical, busy roads with a lot of traffic and a lot of people and a LOT of taxi touts – “TAXI” shouts one man, “no thank you” I sweetly reply, “TAXI” shouts the man sitting next to him as if his cry of taxi would somehow appeal more, “no thankyou” I reply, “TAXI” cries the man a metre further a long… and so the saga continues, everywhere you walk).

 But you know what, once I had gotten used to dodging mopeds and rebutting taxi offers, none of this actually bothered me in the end. Hello, this is Asia – and if I can’t handle Ubud then I sure as hell won’t be able to handle Hanoi. What I quickly learned is that tranquility is everywhere in Ubud. You only need to step away down a side street or through an ornate doorway and you will find temple enclosures, beautiful peaceful gardens and fountains with trickling water. You could spend an entire afternoon peacefully browsing in one of Bali’s art galleries or bookshops – and sometimes, I did. Walk ten minutes along the main road and you will find yourself in peaceful rice paddies as far as the eye can see, with not so much the beep of a moped horn. Incense and offerings are at every turn and while I was there, the Hindu festival and public holiday Galungan was celebrated so ornate decorations adorned the streets, making even the busiest of roads beautiful. 

So, you see where this is going. Within 48 hours I had fallen head over heels for Ubud, and that’s why I stayed there the best part of two weeks.

NB: I did a lot of stuff in in Ubud and have a lot to say, a lot of recommendations and a lot of reflections, so I’m going to split this into two posts. First I’ll cover off where I stayed and what I ate , then I’ll cover off the amazing things i got up to in post two. 

My digs 

I stayed in three different places in Ubud.

Inn Between Hostel

I generally liked this place because Jenn was staying there and I met a couple of cool down to earth Brits. It was really well located and situated down a lovely tree lined path – it had a pretty traditional Balinese exterior, pool and a banana pancake breakfast from the renowned Mama’s Warung was a mere 20,000IDR (£1.20). The room itself was the cheapest I stayed in in Bali, at the equivalent of only £5 a night. However, while the room was clean, it was cramped and the bathroom was damp and smelly. I found myself feeling a bit hostelled out in Ubud, I think sometimes the introvert in me just wants to be alone – fully alone – and that can be difficult in a tiny room. I also find not being able to unpack even some of my things a bit of a pain in the arse. But while I didn’t fully love my stay, I’d certain recommend staying here overall for budget central Ubud accommodation with a pool.

Uma Capung Mas Villa and Cottages
Ness, one of my oldest and best friends in the whole world now living in Brisbane, came out to see me for 5 days and it was amazing (more on that next post). We ventured out of town in search of more tranquil accommodation and stayed in the beautiful Uma Capung Mas Villa – we felt like the only people staying there and most days had the huge infinity pool overlooking jungle trees to ourselves. Wayan, our host, was an absolute delight. Our room, at £27 a night, was spacious and clean but the highlight was breakfast on the terrace overlooking the rice paddies (and drinking an Aussie red wine that Ness kindly brought over me overlooking the same view at sunset)! 

Bale Bali House 

I spent my last three days here and it was utterly delightful. My favourite type of Balinese accommodation is the traditional homestay, I just love seeing families going about their daily lives. This one was so so pretty, and as previously it was a luxury having my own room and bathroom and little terrace area even if it was at the steeper end of my budget (£14 a night). It was only 5/10 minutes walk from my two favourite Ubud streets Jl Hanoman and Jl Gootama (GREAT name).  

Food in Ubud 

Ok, I don’t even know where to start with this because food in Ubud is utterly brilliant. I’ve tried to narrow it down to my favourites:


Clear Cafe has to be seen to be believed. It is utterly beautiful. I totally fell in love with it and ate there a few times for brunch, always spending hours and hours there – their Buddha Bowl with grilled veg avocado and tofu and their jamu juice was excellent.

Cafe Pomegranate and Sari Organic are both bohemian cafes a short wander off the main road and through the rice fields – Ness introduced me to them as she’d been with her family in May. We only had drinks and nibbles at the former and a cup of excellent Balinese tea at the latter but it’s worth going for the views and tranquility (and lack of wifi!) alone. 


Ubud has no shortage of really good, cheap warungs and traditional restaurants. Mamas Warung do great pork belly and rice (and if you’re lucky you get to meet the delightful Mama herself!), while I sampled my cheapest and most delicious Mie Goreng for 20,000 at Don Biu Warung. Try Hongalia for amazing home made egg noodle and dumpling soup and the popular restaurant Bebek Bengil, where you must order their world famous a crispy roast duck, steamed rice, vegetables and sambal. I’m going to be controversial and say I’ve has better duck in Chinatown in London but it’s still totally worth a visit.

Restaurants (and an Eat Pray Love encounter) 

Jenn and I were craving a pizza so went to Buonasera on Jl Gootama. The pizzas were REALLY good – think huge woodfired pizzas piled high with speck, salty ricotta and rocket – but what really made the visit was the company. We met Pedro at Buonasera, a Brazilian (we guessed in his sixties) who had been travelling for 40 years for his import export trade. He was the most fascinatingly interesting man I think I’ve ever met. We talked about how Ubud had changed since Eat Pray Love, although he hasn’t read the book or watched the film, he said. ‘I was shocked when Jose first said it was him in the movie’ he remarked flippantly. Woah woah woah, Jose is the real name of Felipe, THE Brazilian who helps Liz keep her balance in Bali at the end of the book. Turns out Pedro and Jose/Felipe were old friends, mainly from being in the same trade and being part of the same expat community in Ubud. I tried to keep it cool but naturally ended up grilling him and loved how totally nonplussed and non braggy he was – almost bemused by my fascination and interest. 
Other higher priced, more western eateries I enjoyed I visited with my friend Lisa from Canggu were ambient eatery Kismet, who had a huge cocktail menu, and Watercress, where we ate insane tuna sashimi. I thoroughly recommend both but neither are for the budget traveler! 

Next on the blog: a cookery course, a dream spa day and an unexpected naked man…!

A tale of two islands, part two – Gili Trawangan

The final leg of my Bali and Lombok island hopping adventure took me a short trip across the sea from Gili Air to Gili Trawangan. The biggest of the archipelago of three Gilis, Gili T has made a name for itself as the livelier island and the place backpackers go to party (over the course of my 5 days there I saw a very beautiful island that is far from ‘just a party island’, more on that later).

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Pre-trip reflections 


My out of office is on; my flat is (somewhat haphazardly) packed into boxes and bin-liners; I’ve had all the jabs, dusted off the seriously sturdy backpack I’ve taken on every trip for 13 years and bought an unnecessary amount of swimwear and sunglasses. My sabbatical has started and in three days I’ll be boarding a plane to Bali, returning to London in the New Year. WOOHOO!Read More »