After our first few days in Seminyak we jumped on a water taxi and spent a day getting lost on the island of Nusa Lembongan. For a good year now I have been falling in love with pictures of the crystal clear blue water and mini fishing boats that surround the island and knew I had to make my way over to see it for myself.
Our driver picked us up from the hotel for the boat transfer and the first part of our day involved driving to several local hospitals trying to locate some fellow travellers who were booked on the same boat. Turns out this poor English girl had been on Lembongan island the day prior, fell off her scooter, dislocated her elbow, got admitted to hospital and had surgery, and was now on her way back to her accommodation on the island all in the space of 5 hours. But hey, that is Bali for you.
After spending the last few hours together in transit sympathising for them and agreeing how dangerous it was to ride scooters on the rough terrain, naturally the first decision we made on our arrival was to get a scooter and try our luck ourselves. We should have listened. Not 20 seconds after jumping on our bike with nothing but adventure in our eyes, we hit a curb, narrowly avoided a shop front and smashed into the pavement. You know that awful reaction you have when you get hurt in front of people and you do that awkward giggle/laugh/cry thing with your face and reassure everyone that you’re alright? Yep. You know the one.
To add to the disappointment of how things were going with our day so far, we looked out to the dull, murky water in the cloudy weather and it was nothing as I hoped. I had talked this place up for months and it was severely underwhelming (scooter accident and all). Never one to admit defeat quite so early, I faked my best “ohh woooooww, how fun, this is great isn’t it?!” and stomped onwards as if this is exactly how I wanted it. After a good hour riding around we needed beers to soothe our bruised egos and took a break on the water. Tim asked me with hesitation in his voice where “that nice blue water was that I had been talking about?”….Ok mate, hint taken.
There was nothing else to give and this little island had broken me! I was defeated and wasn’t afraid to admit it at that point. Two seconds later after finishing our beers the sky completely had a change of heart and the sun broke out across the entire island. The murky brown water that was less than impressive just seconds before, completely transformed under the sun. In front us we saw grids of aqua, blue and green as far as we could see and all of a sudden the bike accident and bruise that was forming on my leg were instantly worth it!