In search of some good spots to dive (this time with Manta Rays), I chose to spend few days in Nusa Lembogan. Kate, a Kiwi working in a diving shop in Koh Tao told me about this island and seeing the sparkles in her eyes and the words she used to describe Nusa Lembogan, a “quiet” virgin island, I didn’t need any more influence to visit this little paradise.
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Staying in a place for a week or more is, I would say, essential when you travel for few month. It’s like taking holidays of your trip. You can rest your bones on the same bench in the same spot at the same time everyday if you want to. You start to make friends and do some plans together, the kind of plans you do at home with your homies. You discover all the good places of the city and you have time to try all the different coffee shops and register all the wifi passwords of the town in your iPad. You take your time.
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Old Man’s + Pretty Poison = Terrible Hangover.
But eh. You are travelling, you are still young and you have a new mate. So you wake up, drink a lot of water and you shake the fog around to feel better and do something with your life. Actually, you don’t shake it too much, your liver will never forgive you too much energy right now.
It exists in Canggu, a place where you can drink expensive cocktails in tin shiny cups, observe skaters riding in an empty pool, dance in front of a projection of old surf movies, and then get a tattoo.
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We are at Old Mans, in Batu Bolong, a beach bar. I am still working on some articles, enjoying the sunset with two beers. Two. Because when it’s the happy hour, at Old Mans, you can’t get just one. I must look a bit nerdy with my iPad, alone at this big round table and my two drinks that I hardly sip.
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Before I stepped a foot in the wonderful experience that working on a “travel blog” is, I had romantic and fantastic ideas about how I will regulary post articles including photos and how working on the project of the wanderlust queens will not influence my trip really…
I like starting an article declaring all the stereotypes I know about a country or a state.
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When I had dinner the very first night I arrived in Bingin beach, I had a long talk with the lady who was preparing the fish her husband was fishing each day to nurrished the tourist like me. I learned more about Hinduism religion and the life here. Balinese in general are masters of enjoying the present and be satisfied with what life offers to them. The culture of the sea, the influence of the moon and the respect of the ancient is omnipresent.
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[Careful – Cheesy and romantic contains]
I’ve never been so happy to be on my own. Bingin beach is the perfect place on earth for solo travelers who wants to have a break. Imagine a beautiful little beach protected by the cliff, few travelers happy to avoid you as much as you want to avoid them, plenty of space to lie on the sun or chill on your balcony facing the sea, fresh fruits for breakfast and the only sound you can hear around is the ocean or the ladies selling bracelets.
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After an epic journey from Ijen Volcano to Denpasar in Bali, Alberto and I were absolutely exhausted. Waking up at 1am, hiking in the condition I explained in the last article for more than 8 hours, taking the van, the boat and a public bus was like living the longest day of my life. And it was not over yet.
The Wanderlust Queens Project 