COMO Shambhala Estate
How has this resort rated in the past?
- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
Travel Blogs from Payangan
FRIDAY 2ND MAY, 2014
I was in the deepest sleep. I woke up to the sun shining as bright as possible through a slight gap in the curtains. I felt lost, I didn't know where I was until I remembered; I was in a beautiful Bali resort, resting in paradise. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stretched my arms above my head before swinging my legs out from the bed and resting my feet on the soft carpet. I showered, brushed my teeth and dressed before leaving the resort in my hire ...
... and the place was really busy. We grabbed a couple of mushroom drinks and wandered down to a small local beer shop. We didn't move from there for the next 6 hours! Sat out the front on the street having a craic on with the guy who worked there and his Malaysian mate just watching the whole crazy street antics unfold before us, it was a cool way to spent the night out without actually going to any of the clubs. The Malaysian guy bought us all a bottle of Arak to share ...
and dusty and full of happy banter.
As I walk further on I pass the local school oval where the kids are out
playing sport or doing, what looks like, a PE class. Education is very important here and the kids, apparently
realize what a privilege it is to go to school. They start early and go 6 days a week. They all have uniforms and different
uniforms for sport just like our kids.
It seems education is quite expensive ...
... One positive though, was that on one of the walls was a huge wall sized art piece, which dipicted the monopoly man, the Botox woman and what we think was Jack Nicholson from the Shining! An absolute middle finger to everyone staying there:) :) We pretty much crashed at our villa after that- with no real expectations for the next day, except for a mighty hangover, and eggs for breakfast. xxoo Lights and Lows Emma Lights: Wandering the chaotic streets of Seminyak Attending ...
... where you had to wade in. Bit knackering walking across the road and along a track with the heavy tank on your back. Although we were put in our place by the local women… If we dove any location that required a short drive then they would carry tanks on their heads to the beach for us. I found it a little awkward as these were old ladies carrying stuff for me, but it gets them paid and pride aside they were probably stronger than me. Anyway all these extra little bits ...