Just realized I wrote this back in April and never finished or posted it. Since I'm just too lazy to finish, I think I'll post it as-is.
Just back from our Indonesian adventure. April 6-13 in Bali. April 13-19 in Java (Nate and I).
Karen, Nate, Kate, myself and my parents set off for Bali after some unplanned delays. We showed up at the Airport Express station in Hong Kong to check in for our Cathay Pacific flight to Jakarta. Everything was going smoothly until the agent started flipping through Nate's passport, noting that he didn't have any empty pages left in his passport. This is a problem. Indonesia applies a large visa sticker that covers one whole page in your passport, so you need at least one page for them to allow you to travel. F**k.
We decided that I would stay back with Nate to go with him to the Consulate on Monday to get pages added, but after dicking around at the counter for 20 minutes, the agent informed us that we could no longer check in at the train station and had to go directly to the airport. Long story short - everyone else missed their flight to Jakarta.
Cathay flights were changed fairly seamlessly to Sunday for Karen, Kate, mom and dad. Problem was that I had paid for all of the Jakarta to Bali Garuda tickets on my credit card. Another long story, a trip out the the airport Sunday morning, a couple of hours on the phone, a couple of hours at the Garuda counter in Jakarta, and the flights got changed. Nothing is easy, but they made it on Sunday.
Nate and I are not so lucky. After a quick addition of pages on Monday morning, there are no Cathay seats available on the afternoon flight at 4PM. We ask to be put on the waiting list and wander around Hong Kong, buying Nate some new shoes (his feet are growing again). About noon, I got the bright idea to try to go as standby passengers. How full is the flight, I ask. It's completely full - oversold in fact, they reply. How much oversold? About 5 percent. Is that a lot? Not really.
I'm convinced. We head off to the airport, arriving about 2 1/2 hours early. I haven't ever tried to go standby, but 9/11 has made things more difficult. No longer can you pass security as a standby passenger. We hung around the counter until 25 minutes before the flight, when they start barring passengers from checking in. Then we're told to follow a lady through the crew security channel at a jog. It's a long way to the gate, and we only make it a few minutes before they push back from the gate, but we're on our way.
I have not idea if I'll be able to change our Garuda flights again, but there's a flight leaving Jakarta at 9PM, and I'm prepared to buy new tickets if necessary.
We have a much easier time with the Garuda staff in Jakarta. We change our flight in a matter of minutes for about $10 each, and we're on our way. Only annoyance is that an Indonesian guy that pays our airline fees in rupiah for us and then tries to scam me out of double the amount in US dollars. I will come to expect this later in the trip, but it surprises and annoys me.
We manage to board our flight and arrive in Denpasar Bali around midnight, with an hours drive to Ubud where our gang has checked into Ketut's Place. Nate and I are relieved to have arrived - and almost a day earlier than expected. Bonus!
Ubud is a town in the south central interior of Bali, surrounded by art industry (furniture, batik, wood carving) and rice fields. It is truly a beautiful spot and I'm a little disappointed that I can't talk the gang into spending another night there. We spend Tuesday driving around looking for the places where they manufacture silver beads, but are instead led to the places where they sell crappy jewelry to tourists. The driving tour is a bit of a disappointment, but we'll get over it. We have a nice lunch at a tourist joint of the driver's choosing, on the second floor overlooking the rice.
Wednesday, we packed up and headed South to Sanur in order to catch the public boat to Nusa Lembongan, an island off the south coast. Karen, Nate and I had been there in December 2002, just after the Bali bombings - our first trip as expats in Hong Kong. Fitting that we revisit the place on our last holiday as Hong Kong expats. The island is known for it's seaweed farms in the broad shallow bay, its surf breaks, and is increasingly becoming known for it's diving. I think I'll stay away from the surf break called "lacerations", and the surfing in general, for that matter. We stay at a place called OKA bungalo No. 7, the more upscale version of Bungalo No. 7. The rooms are nice, but the staff are not very helpful. Our room has air conditioning, but the rooms are not designed to keep the cool air inside, with many openings to the outside. The AC can't keep up with the heat of the days, so we spend most days wandering the beaches, the town and hanging around the small, but beautiful pool. I have to acquaint myself with the location of the circuit breaker for our room, as it gets tripped intermittently and we wake up in a pool of sweat in the middle of the night.
Dad and I make a game out of finding the coldest bottle of Bintang beer on the beach. The place with the coldest beer, also happens to have the cheapest. Double bonus!! We also sample the food up and down the beach, from the cheapest of cheap to the 5 star place a couple of doors down. The five star place wins, hands down, with amazing tuna and swordfish steaks...and the Bintang's pretty cold too.On a couple of days, we rented a pair of motorbikes for us to zip around the island. This set us back about $7 per bike per day. On our scouting trip, dad, Nate and I take a few wrong turns, explore a few distant beaches and make it most of the way around the island, leaving Karen and mom wondering what happened to us. It's about a 45 minute loop all the way around, and the bikes also make it easy for us to get to Mushroom Bay. A load of day trippers from Bali get dropped at this beach every morning, but other than the banana boats zipping around, they aren't too irritating. On 2 days we had a meal at one of the local restaurants and set up in their lounge chairs. Kate is becoming a real water baby, enjoying both the pool and the sea. We also explore the neighboring island, Nusa Ceningan, which is connected by a wooden suspension bridge to Nusa Lembongan. Quite a thrill to ride across. Ceningan has a little bit of elevation to it, and some of the roads are quite steep, affording a good view of the sunset from the top. Karen and I headed up there on my birthday, to the west end of Ceningan.
One morning, we left Kate with grandma and Karen, dad, Nate and I headed out for a couple of dives. First stop was a place called manta point on Nusa Penida. When I asked Rudy the dive master what the chances of seeing mantas was, he told me that normally he would have said 100 percent, but on his last dive he hadn't seen any. I was a sceptical, but my skepticism proved unfounded. We dropped onto the relatively shallow (max. 12m) dive site with a warning to watch out for stingrays. They were obvious from the moment we got close to the bottom - a hundred or more, dashing around and piled up on top of each other. Just a few minutes into the dive, the divemaster started pounding on his tank frantically to signal us - Manta! Such a thrill to see this 3-4 meter goliath cruising slowly past us through the murk. I would have been happy had we not seen anything else for the rest of the dive. BUT - there were probably 10 - 15 mantas circling around a rock outcrop in 6-10 meters of water. When we arrived, we pretty much had the place to ourselves. There were two other boats and 4-5 other divers there. I was so transfixed by the mantas, and snapping away with my camera, that I didn't really notice other divers arriving until we were completely surrounded and it was getting difficult to tell the members of our group apart from the rest. It became a total cluster@#(&. After about 20 minutes of watching the mantas, our divemaster led us away - I was a little annoyed at being told to surface with 120 bar in my tank (more than half), but in hindsight, it made more sense than battle the hordes. Back in the boat, we counted 16 other boats that had arrived (mainly from mainland Bali) since we had gone in. There must have been more than 50 divers on the site!
Our second dive site confirmed that my blood has become very thin during our 7 years in Asia. We dove a spot called Crystal Bay on Nusa Ceningan and within 8 minutes I was shivering and hugging myself for warmth and ready to call it a day. The water was 24 degrees according to my dive computer. I think the coldest I had dived before was about 26. As we descended the sloping reef, I watched the temperature drop to 20. The dive master later said his computer showed 18. Freezing. When we got to about 20 meters, Rudy started banging on his tank again - this could be good! He led us a bit further out and down and pointed to a large, hovering shape. It was a Mola Mola (giant sunfish) - just about the strangest fish I have ever seen (see video).
It was about 2 meters in length, and suspended vertically (facing up) in the water. Several bannerfish can be seen cleaning the mola mola - this is why it makes appearances on reefs - it is generally a pelagic fish. I almost forgot about the cold water for a moment - it had continued getting colder as I descended to a maximum of 32 meters. The rest of our group was waiting a bit shallower because of the cold.
Rudy later told us that it's pretty rare to see a mola mola at any time of year, but particularly in April, when the water is generally warmer. We were pretty lucky.
A video of Nate and I lost on Gunung Batur...