As you meander through Uluwatu’s walkways, you know you’re in surfer’s paradise. Surfers on scooters, kitted out with board racks, pull up and casually stroll down the many steps to the beach. Tall, toned and tanned (TTT’s) dudes and dudettes float past, dressed in stylish surf wear, beaming from their recent surf in the aqua blue ocean.
We walked up to the highest point overlooking the ocean, scattered with surfers, where we stopped for lunch at the well-known spot, Single Fin. Apparently Sunday nights are when it gets really festive and you can dance under the stars to the sound of chilled beats and crashing waves. We may have to venture there for our last night in Bali.
One thing that really struck me was the collection of street art in Uluwatu. The walls are splashed with creativity. A wave of Picasso styled illustrations and a current of modern murals make the walk through Uluwatu’s layered streets a sensory experience. Just take a look:
Bali continues to amaze me with it’s ridiculously good looking beauty, unique culture and authentic personality.