Among the joys of planning trips is breathing in air so heavy with possibilities; stretching out an arm, and picking the sweetest, shiniest one of the all a-twinkling lot. I suppose I am unstoppably, non-stoppedly chuffed about putting together getaways, because that arm is often mine. Bully.
We've been researching Bali a fair bit for a fair while and really, one is spoilt for choices. Bali is as thrifty as you can manage and as spendthrifty as you would allow.
Weather-wise, Bali in August is just about perfect. Wallet-wise, the deluge of Ozzies eager to escape the winter cold means that hotels charge peak rates. Ah, what can you do? Happily, a bonus pay packet (and an embarrassing number of emails) meant The edge and "Book Now". Joy!
The edge is located in the southernmost part of Bali, cosseted in the heights of the Bukit Peninsula, resting splendidly on its very fringes. The property is built atop a cliff some eighty meters above ground, and offers sweeping views of the Indian Ocean and the stark relief of the south's chalk cliffs.
We were met by the GM, Melida, who was quite the engaging lady and sent on our way in some style. A quick buggy ride... And in seconds we were delivered to our pocket of paradise. Bestest of the bests: We were the only guests!
Keys to unlock the doors of heaven...
2 comments
1. If "starletting" = writing haikus
then, yes, I did that, indeed.
2. There were squid skewers, too, and the sweet shrimpy shrimps were sweet and shrimpy (and they were all of them mine! Except for one).
3. Really the having a theatre was over the top... though what else is one to expect when one's at the edge/Edge.
4. I did not know your egg had truffles! I would have liked to experience again the taste of gasoline. Just because.
5. Let us not forget that while you were taking the tour, you had a butler carry your ashtray.
I liked the corn in our rice, best of all. Nothing like phantom food, eh?
When you are next in the mood for petrol, let's have Nin whip up something.
Oh and you took to a butlered life much more easily than I did. He refused to cede the ashtray. What's a girl to do??
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