I don’t think I know anyone who isn’t happier on a sailing boat.
(Not that we needed much cheering up!)
The girls and I (minus Halcy who had sadly already gone home to Aus) raced down to the marina one morning to jump onto a catamaran, bound for Nusa Lembongan.
Lembongan is a tiny island south east of Bali.
It’s far less developed than Bali and has a reputation of something as a surfer’s paradise and snorkeler’s wet dream.
Rather than getting a ferry over, we went for the sedate option!
Climbed aboard, treated ourselves to a few breakfast pastries and set up camp on deck.
We soon left the roasting heat of the marina and skimmed out into the ocean.
Letting the cool sea breeze ripple through our white dresses.
My lacy number is from here.
It works just as well on the beach as it does with a slip underneath. I’m particularly fond of the black one too!
All that was left to do was to stretch out and enjoy the ride!
And of course take a few snaps to send home!
We sailed right away from the sunshine and into the middle of enormous, black heavy rainclouds.
They sat like fat geese over the golden egg of Lembongan Island.
We jumped into a tender and chugged through the hot rain to the shore.
Here we took shelter at the boat’s own beach shack.
And watched the rain with cups of English Breakfast Tea in hand.
Much like being at home… except rather than lasting a week, the rain quickly passed and we were left with this view:
After a quick swim, lunch was served.
Table after table of rice and noodle dishes, salads AND the best satay we’d had all trip (which is saying something, because I single handedly must have caused a satay sauce drought in Indonesia).
We found a shady spot beneath the palms with the best view of the ocean you could hope for.
(And really there’s no better view than one seen through a glass of wine.)
After lunch we took the tender out to a little swimming platform just off shore.
Obviously we waited the obligatory 20mins, mum! Then jumped in!
The crystal clear, warm waters gave us some of the best snorkelling you could hope for.
Putting my nautical bikini through its paces!
^ One step closer to getting my mermaid tail.
I even found Sebastian!
He wasn’t much of a singer though.
This is us giving the place our seal of approval.
And nearly drowning as a result!
We played for much of the afternoon.
Before going back to the beach to explore.
We walked to what we thought was the very end of the bay.
A great big cliff blocked our way.
But there was the tiniest of gaps, so we commando crawled through to see what we would find.
We came out into our own private beach.
No houses, no hotels, no tourists, just us, the sand and the waves.
There was only one thing for it… we whipped our bikinis off and ran!
Relishing in our own private bit of paradise.
We lay out on the sand with the waves gently licking at our toes, grinning and trying to soak up every drop of the experience.
But before we knew it, it was time to get dressed and go home.
The sails went up.
The fruit came out.
And we snoozed our way to the horizon.
Bella and I tried to take a photo for Valentina’s mum’s “New Heart Project”
And failed miserably!
Back to back worked a little better (if you really squint and try to imagine a heart between us!)
But we soon gave up and just rode the waves.
A few people have asked for my holiday beauty essentials so I thought I’d pop them in here.
Caudalie refreshing spritz (this might be the best holiday beauty investment of all time!)
And the coolest Jimmy Choo handbag on the block
Cocktails arrived and we sailed into the sunset.
We sailed with WakaSailing and they were wonderful. I thoroughly recommend them if you find yourself in Bali and fancy a spending a day on the water.
I think John F. Kennedy had it right when he said “We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from where we came.”