Day 2 was all about swimming. We started off with my favorite meal of the day: breakfast. I love the resort’s buffet breakfast, which merges western and Asian cuisine, with the requisite bacon and eggs paired with Indonesian staples like nasi goreng. After the meal, it was all about the ocean and the pools.
The Main Pool was a sprawling body of water, warm (more like hot) temperature, but it’s where most of the guests swim in, so if you like peace and quiet, this was not the pool to go to. The resort has 5 pools, but only 3 are available to everyone. The other 2 are reserved for certain club memberships or if you’re billeted at the most expensive rooms. The second most populated pool was the fun River Pool.
It snakes around like a river, so it’s narrow and long as it zigs and zags along its course. If you want some privacy, you can ensconce yourselves in some hidden crook along its winding path. But our hands-down favorite is the the serene Bali Pool.
We were happy to find this hidden oasis completely deserted. We were left alone to enjoy the calming waters of this pool. It was quite far from the madding crowd, so it was hard to find, which we realized when even we couldn’t find it, even with the aid of a map. It was such a relaxing pool, with waterfalls and fountains gurgling like liquid lullabies. Definitely that was my favorite spot in the whole resort.
We had a quick lunch at the restaurant, meals at which we discovered cost more than an arm and a leg. After we got the bill, we swore that it was the first and last ala carte meal we’d eat at the resort. We’ll go instead to the nearby complex with regular restaurants. But to be fair, the food was incredible. I got this tofu with vegetables dish that was deelish. After that, we were done with the fresh bodies of water, and it was time to swim in the salty brine! Like I mentioned in the Day 1 post, the difference between low tide and high tide was so stark:
These photos only show a part of the whole picture. During low tide, the waters actually recede so much farther than the photo shows. But during high tide, it pretty much slams onto the shore quite violently. Again, photos don’t do the waves any justice, but here’s one than kinda shows how strong the waves were:
That specific wave was almost as high as I am tall. And it hurtles at you at frightening velocities. That’s why surfers were having a field day. Plus, they said these were already summer waves, meaning the waves are at their weakest. During the monsoon season, the waves are infinitely more monstrous. But that said, one particular wave caught me off guard. It slammed further than I estimated, it literally knocked me off my feet like twenty baseball bats, then dragged me back into the ocean with my bare torso scraping hard on the sand. I felt like cheese run through a grater:
This hurt much worse than it looks. It definitely cut my swim time short. I hit my head on the sand when I fell and my side felt so raw it was as if it were on fire. And the salt water made it even more mahapdi. Then I started to think…hmmm, could it be the ring? Is there some sort of curse that it carries, bringing it’s wearer much harm? I don’t know where that came from. All I know is, this was the first time any wave knocked me off my feet. And the wave that did it was much larger than the other waves. It felt like Triton’s hand reached out from the deep blue to claim me as part his spoils! So I told myself just to be sure, I’d surrender the ring once I dried off. But then I thought…I’m being silly…maybe I should wear the ring just a little longer…it looks so preciousss…
I also met some of the wildlife that inhabited the resort with us:
I love those feisty little squirrels. They’re not cuddly little furballs despite their cute appearance, they’re quite scrappy little creatures. And the locals treat then as nothing more than furry rats. They shoo the squirrels away whenever they encounter them. And if you come close, they give off these clicking, shrieking squeaks that warn you to stay away.
Herons and egrets also litter the place. This specific bird was fishing for the smaller tilapia in the ponds. This bird was so close to me, I could just reach out my hand and touch it. Seems like they’re pretty used to us humans.
And this can’t be Indonesia if we didn’t see monitor lizards, the smaller cousins of the great Komodo dragons. A day would not pass without seeing at least one of these mega lizards ambling about the resort. There are signs around saying that sightings of these reptiles will be copious, that they’re harmless and that they should be left alone. They’re not as ginormous as the dragons, but they’re still pretty big. This fella was about 4 or 5 feet long (including the tail), so it’s still jarring to see them. This one was under the sofa we were sitting on. I almost let out a girly shriek when this thing started moving under me!
(to be continued)