I’ve always wanted to be elegant. But what I have is more like Clumsiness with a capital C.
I’m the one who always spills her food or walks into a lamppost and splits her eyebrow open on the busiest street in town <— That actually happened one time.
So, when I came to Seminyak in Bali where Gucci stores lie side by side with pricey hotels, rooftop bars and fancy beach clubs, I felt slightly out-of-place. It’s not to say that I don’t love luxury and pampering. Hello, I am a lady.
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So, why go to Seminyak?
Well, I’d heard people squeal about it so I wanted to find out if it lived up to the hype.
For those of you who doesn’t know, Seminyak is an area right next to Kuta beach – a party hub for the young and reckless. As opposed to Kuta, Seminyak is quiet and small.
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NO SWIMMING, NO SURFING, NADA
I stayed at Petitenget beach, which according to most guide books should be the nicest in the area. After three weeks in Ubud, I couldn’t wait to get a tan, try out some new water activities (OH, HAAY SURFING!), and swim in the ocean. So I got my bikini and headed straight for the beach.
The scene was amazing; the sun sparkling in the sky, and the refreshing breeze of salty air whistled through my hair and messed it up. It was the perfect beach day.
But where was everyone? I couldn’t spot a single person. Like, zero. No one there.
The closer I got to the shores, the clearer it got to me: something’s not right. Could it be the water? Is it too cold? Too much seaweed perhaps? Do they have SHARKS?!
And that’s when I saw them. The waves.
I might get dramatic on you for a second here, but they were monstrous. Atrocious. I’m not talking about cute little splashes here. I’m talking meter-high waves that slammed onto the beach with a giant roar, each embodying a destructive power nearly beyond measure.
There was NO WAY I was getting in that water, not even for a little toe dipping!
And if I’ve ever tried to convince you that I always take on thrilling adventures, now’s not the time to bring that up.
LUNCHING AT THE TOP
The next day I went to a rooftop bar for lunch. Now, I tried my best to blend in with my Havaianas and casual tank top.
Possible? I hope.
To my relief, my appointed waiter was really friendly and chatty. We ended up talking about where I came from and that he’d visited Denmark once. Lunching at a rooftop bar actually turned out to be a great experience.
Awkwardness = crushed.
SEMINYAK BEACH CLUB AHOY!
With me leaving Bali the next day, I decided to spend the evening sipping expensive cocktails, watching the sunset and listening to groovy tunes at a beach club.
I chose Potato Head, one of the most prominent hotspots on the island. The club is not visible from the road and I had to walk for 15 minutes down a lovely tree-lined avenue before getting to the entrance.
When I got there, I instantly looked up…
Towering over my head was a Colosseum-like structure, made from old wooden shutters. The shutters were fashioned in different colours giving the place a rugged look from the outside, but the inside was a whole other deal…
My immediate thought when I saw this gorgeous infinity pool? I want to get in nowwww!
Don’t you just love this view?
No? Just me?
So here I was having a great time with lots of people around me.
To be totally transparent, I initially felt a little sad about being there alone. With no one to talk to. While everyone else was having fun with their friends.
But you know what? When I got there, after ordering one of the priciest beers I’ve ever had, I stepped back and saw the big picture: No one was looking at me funny and I didn’t feel awkward sitting by myself. I was actually fine just being in my own company. I was fine on my own.
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As I was watching the sun set over the raging waves of Bali’s shores, I looked back at the three weeks I had spent on this island. Although I didn’t feel completely at home in Seminyak’s posh surroundings, this was the perfect way to bid Bali goodbye. I wondered, would I ever return? And will I smuggle in my own beer the next time?
The answer to both questions is…. absolutely!
What about you, adventurers? Where’s the most posh place you’ve been?
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