Uluwatu, where the merciless rumbles of thunder compete against the ferocious sound of perilous white waves hitting rocks. The southern peninsula bordering the Indonesian Island of Bali has always been popular among surfers chasing three-metre swells but remains somewhat undiscovered compared to other bustling and touristic areas of the island. I’ve been lucky enough to visit a handful of times over the past decade and still relish in its unpretentious and puristic beauty.
Stay: The Bulgari Resort beautifully blends its own chic, Italian aesthetic with the raw, earthy nature of Balinese design. Tall brown gates are framed by purposely unkempt plant life, and open to reveal a demure village of thatched-roofed villas sprawling Uluwatu’s cliff edge, while lotus, anthurium and orchid dance across the narrow lanes, connecting dots between villas. Exquisite, tropical gardens feature a private drop pool and an open air living area. The view is nothing short of spectacular with azure blue spanning for miles and cliff tops wild with a vivid green hue.
Eat: Bulgari’s pastry chef crafts cakes and croissants which can be enjoyed seated cliff-edge at Sangkar during breakfast, while lunch is more often than not eaten at La Spiaggia, overlooking the 50-step climb from the beach. For dinner, Il Ristorante by Michelin-star chef Luca Fantin is a must and boasts an intimate, 36-seat, meticulously made space that stares out over the reflection pool.
Explore: The Uluwatu sea is strong and impulsive, and while a dip is a must, it’s to be tackled with caution and, in main, left to local surfers who have learnt to master its spontaneity – hours can while away simply watching the liquid playground. Wellness is ingrained in the island’s DNA and visiting yogis hail from the ashrams of India or California – it’s almost insulting not to offer at least an hour a day of practice to one of its many open-aired studios – and we’re all for embracing those Eat, Pray, Love moments, so why not?
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