After a lovely chilled-out time at a beach resort in Pemuteran, we drove east to Kintamani. On our way we stopped at a couple of outstanding temples. Bali has thousands of temples, but these ones were outstanding because they were both temples of death (pura dalem) and that means they’re over the top scary crazy. We loved them.
Pura Dalem Negara Panyucian
Pura Dalem Purwa
We thought Pura Dalem Negara Panyucian was impressive, until we came to the colourful Pura Dalem Purwa. You can tell by the sign that this temple of death means serious business.
Kintamani and Mt Batur
We went to Kintamani with the intention of climbing Mt Batur. Well actually, only Paul was going to climb it. Elina wasn’t up for the 2-3 hour schlep uphill starting at 3am (to catch the sunrise). And I’d already ‘done’ Batur in 1999 (20 years ago!) when Paul and I backpacked through SE Asia for 6 months. And nope, I wasn’t going to do it again knowing I wasn’t as fit as I was at 27. Paul, on the other hand, had no such worries.
During the ’99 trip we’d also experienced a tremor hours before we started trekking up the volcano. Mt Batur is still an active volcano with the most recent eruption in 2000. The lava from the 1968 eruption can be seen all around the volcano and near its lake.
Kintamani to Tulamben
From Kintamani, we headed east to the coastal village of Tulamben so Paul could dive to the wreck of the USAT Liberty, which was sunk by a Japanese submarine’s torpedo in 1942.
Tulamben to Jimbaran
We stayed at Tulamben, a small village, so Paul could do the wreck dive. But as it was low season, it was a bit of a ghost town. The low season here is also rainy season and boy does it dump rain here. It’s actually similar to Sydney during a thunderstorm. The next morning we set off to Jimbaran. The drive wasn’t precarious and the scenery pastoral, but we did have to cover quite a bit of ground – about 100km.
Grounded by Garuda
We finally made it to Jimbaran, which is near Denpasar airport. We wanted to be close as we had a 7.30am flight from Bali to Flores in 2 days. But we weren’t even sure if we’d be able to fly out. While we were in Kintamani, I got an email from Garuda Airlines saying our flight to Flores was cancelled. There was no explanation why or how we could reschedule. I tried to call the number at the bottom of the email but I wasn’t able to get through to customer service.
So as soon as we got to our hotel, we dropped off our bags went straight to the Garuda office at Denpasar airport. They told us there wasn’t another flight to Flores for the foreseeable future. Um, what? We had booked accommodation and a flight out of Flores to Java so we’d be in a pickle if we couldn’t fly there.
But I’d done my homework: I’d checked the Garuda website earlier and knew that, even thought our flight was cancelled, the flight the day before ours was still running. But we’d have to fly out tomorrow morning, which meant Paul and Elina wouldn’t be able to go to Waterbom (a super-duper water park with slides).
Luckily, we were able to get on the flight to Flores the next morning. Elina took the disappointment of not going to Waterbom in stride, even though she had really been looking forward to it for days. What a trooper 🙂 This kid deserves more ice cream.