Kerobokan Beach - Bali Pt.4

After leaving Sanur, we headed for Kerobokan, which is on the west side of the island.  We were going to stay at this hostel for four days/three night because we heard the beaches were good and the hostel gave a free motorbike with each room!  We were very excited.

This place was impossible to find.  Our taxi had to keep calling the hostel and try to find the right road.  It took about another half an hour before we finally made it off the beaten path.  It turned out our hostel was on this dirt road.  But it was only about 5km from the beach, and since there were motorbikes, we knew this would be a good place to stay.

After we dropped off our things in the hostel, we braved the world world of riding motorbikes.  We couldn't rent out another one because there were only enough motorbikes for each room, so we had to ride together.  Sheila was really eager to drive it, so she hopped right on.  I'll tell ya, it didn't look that easy.  First of all, we had probably the biggest one there; so it was the heaviest.  Then we're trying to start off on this dirt road (which really wasn't dirt.  Honestly, it was like driving through a volcano).  There were boulders as big as my head on this road that we;re trying to avoid and therefore, makes it impossible to learn how to drive these stupid things.

We finally got some courage and Sheila drove and I hopped on the back in search for some lunch, then the beach.  So, the seat opens and we shove our bags and crap in there.  It was a tight squeeze, but it fit.

The next challenge was driving on the wrong (left) side of the road.  This was very confusing because first; there are millions of motorbikes on this island, and second; we couldn't grasp the idea of driving on the other side.  So once we pulled out into heavy traffic, there was no stopping until we saw a restaurant or ran into the beach.

So we find this restaurant and jump off.  We were so scared and nervous, but grateful that nothing happened.  So we go to open the seat to get our stuff out (ie. our money and wallets) and the seat won't open.  We jammed so much stuff in there that the seat wouldn't lift off.  We were not very happy.  It's a good thing I carry my wallet in my pocket, so we were able to eat lunch, but after we finished, we had to go back to the hostel and ask the guy how to un-jam the seat.  It was embarrassing, but the guy did it with ease.  Then we felt stupid.

So we made another journey and found the beach.  The beach had soft, black sand.  It was really clam (as far as people go) because there were some really expensive resorts to stay in right on the beach.  That's OK tough.  It also seemed the waves were way bigger on this side of the island than on the other side from the previous day.  We were swimming and the waves carried me out pretty far.  At one point I was out so far and tired of swimming back to shore, I thought about giving up.  But I survived.  That wouldn't've been good.

  

After an afternoon on the beach, we headed to one of these resorts and ate dinner.  The food was absolutely delicious.  It was a BBQ-buffet.  You could pick raw seafood from this buffet line and they would BBQ it and bring it to your table.

I got two veggie skewers and swordfish.  IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!  I never tasted anything so good from the sea.  I highly recommend swordfish.

We didn't drink much at dinner, because we had to drive that stupid motorbike home.  But Sheila was pretty good at driving it.  I remember when we first started riding it; I said: "You are not only responisble for one life, you're responsible for two lives."  She laughed, but she took it seriously.

And the was the first day.