lThe ride to Lovina was about 4 hours from Ubud. It was a really beautiful ride, winding through different village and passing through rice paddies. We took some back roads that were a little sketchy at times (unpaved roads beside a cliff with no guardrail) but was overall a nice ride.
We were getting hungry and randomly ran into this guy selling soup from a card attached to his motorbike. It was this spicy soup with vegetables, noodles, egg, and these matzo ball looking things that had some sort of meat in them. It was awesome and ridiculously cheap, less than $1 USD.
We’ve been finding these food carts all over the place since then. Alan’s become obsessed with it and we finally found out the name of it. It’s called bakso. In the early evening you can find a cart in every village we’ve been to selling it.
We got to Lovina, settled into our guesthouse and set out for some food.
The street we got dinner on was actually right on a beach that Alan and Dylan have been to before three years ago. I guess it was a crazy night and everyone got really drunk at a restaurant a few doors down. We went over to see if this guy Domingo was still there.
We was and remembered them, so we chilled and had a beer with him. We decided pretty quickly to get a bottle of arak. Arak is a Balinese liquor made from coconuts. Domingo gets adds honey and lemon juice to his and it’s the best I’ve had so far.
Domingo and Dylan played guitar while Domingo’s friends were on drum and tambourine. The shot glass had made its way around a couple times at this point and I was feeling pretty warm and fuzzy from the arak to say the least.
A bunch of women, mostly older, joined us. One of them was this older Czech lady and she was just dancing by herself, having a blast. Life goals right there.
A bottle down and it was time to head back and get some sleep.
The next day we rode out to Semumpul Falls near Sudaji. We parked our motorbikes at a restaurant next to the road that leads down towards the trail and headed down. Along the path down were restaurants featuring Luwak coffee. You know, that coffee where a luwak (this cat/ferret like animal) eats the coffee beans and then poops them out and people use the coffee beans? They actually had the luwak out in a cage.
Sekumpul falls was our first stop. There were a few groups of people there but it was by no means crowded. We stashed our bags somewhere dry (kind of dry) and went for a dip in the pool of water below the waterfall.
Onto the next one (ones?)
A little ways around the corner from Sekumpul was another pool with a few waterfalls feeding into it. This one we had completely to ourselves. It had an alcove behind the waterfalls that you can climb up so we did just that. Dylan tested the depth of the water below, but it was too shallow to jump in from the height we were at.
After chilling there for a while we found a path going up the side of the mountain. It looked a little sketchy but it had makeshift bamboo railings so we figured someone must use it. We got to the top after a questionably ascent and it turned out this was probably just a just an old village path because someone’s house was at the top and there was a bit of land terraced out with coffee trees planted.
We looked around for an alternate path to the one we took up and the family’s dog came out and started licking our legs and following us around. Alan checked out an alternate path while the family’s adorable dog followed him. It didn’t go the direction we needed to head so down suicide path it was. We headed towards the path and our new canine friend stayed behind by the coffee trees.
We made it down with just a few slips but it actually wasn’t that bad. We had one more trail to explore – the actual trail intended to be hiked.
It wasn’t so much a trail up the mountain as it was a million stairs. Steep stairs. It was easier for me to just climb up like a ladder and use my hands. We got to the top and walked over to the top of Sekumpul.
After taking a gander, we headed the other way to the rice terraces. Once again we wound up down a path leading to someone’s property and made an animal friend. This time we were on someone’s rice farm and their calf was following us. We headed back on the real path and found the view point. It looked like a stereotypical rice terrace picture in real life.
We headed back down the stairs and then back up the other side of the mountain to the mopeds making this three times down and up the mountain. We headed back to the guesthouse, grabbed some food, and just relaxed by the pool.
Next Stop: Amed