Adapted from fellow traveler Cheng Yi Lin’s travelogue
The moment I arrived in Uluwatu, I truly understood what is meant by ‘the temper of the Indian Ocean.
For this Bali trip, we chose to hire a car and drive south, passing through the bustling Seminyak and narrow country roads, swaying all the way to the southern tip of the peninsula. The driver slowed down on the last stretch and pointed out the window, ‘Here comes Uluwatu.’ Before I could react, a two-meter-high reef wave crashed into view—not the gentle lapping kind, but like a fist smashing hard against the limestone, exploding into a spray of water. The sense of power was primitive, rugged, like the sea asserting its sovereignty.
A few black dots on the sea were skillfully cutting through the wave walls—real pro surfers. They crouched, accelerated, and dived into the wave tubes, their movements fluid. I stood on the cliff edge watching for a while, feeling a strange awe—not fear, but a clear understanding that this place doesn’t belong to you, you’re just an observer.
The Seven-Floor Challenge
The hotel we stayed in was quite capricious, built directly on the cliff. It was less ‘staying’ and more of a physical test.
The car stopped by the roadside at the top level, and I looked down with my luggage—the stone steps winding down, roughly the height of at least seven floors. We knew to contact the hotel beforehand, but we arrived fifteen minutes early and had to carry our luggage down ourselves. Just as I was panting and dragging my suitcase down the stairs, two staff members came running up from below, smilingly took the heavy luggage, and turned back down six more floors. Following them empty-handed made my legs weak, yet they carried nearly twenty kilograms of luggage as steadily as if walking on flat ground.
After check-in, I tipped them 20,000 Indonesian Rupiah, sincerely feeling it was the most worthwhile money spent on the entire trip. Honestly, this place is not suitable for the elderly or children; just that staircase could halt the trip. But if you’re young or an adventurer with some stamina, this place will be where you dream with a smile.
The Golden Illusion
When I walked into the room, I stood frozen at the doorway for about ten seconds.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were completely unobstructed, facing the Indian Ocean. The blue of the sea flooded the entire room. There was no balcony, no railing to interrupt the view—it felt like sitting right on the edge of the ocean. I had booked the room a month and a half in advance, and only the smallest room type was left; the ones with terraces had long been snatched up. But honestly, it was enough. This window alone was worth every penny.
In the evening, just before sunset, I was lying on the bed daydreaming when I suddenly noticed the room changing colors. The setting sun cast a slanting beam from the horizon, starting as a warm yellow stripe, then slowly turning orange-red, until the entire room seemed drenched in gold—the walls, the bedsheets, even the air felt like it was sprinkled with gold dust. The scene was so surreal, like a dreamy moment you’d see in a movie, slowed down for effect.
I practically sprang out of bed, slipped on my sandals, and rushed toward the beach.
Healing Moments in the Intertidal Zone
The rocky platform emerged as the tide receded, and the tidal pools reflected the sunset like shattered mirrors. I carefully made my way across the slippery rocks, the seawater warm against my feet, the breeze carrying the scent of salt and seaweed. In the distance, a few surfers were packing up their boards, walking barefoot across the sand with their shortboards under their arms, their silhouettes stretched long by the setting sun.
I sat there on the rocks, watching the sunset for nearly an hour. No photos, no scrolling on my phone—just watching the sun slowly sink into the sea, its color shifting from golden yellow to blood orange, until only a purple afterglow lingered on the horizon. It was pure therapy.
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The Lullaby of Waves in a Bamboo House
It wasn’t until I returned to the room at night that I truly realized—the entire structure was made of bamboo.
The ceiling is woven from bamboo, the walls pieced together with bamboo strips - the whole house creaks softly when the wind blows. The soundproofing isn’t great, but Uluwatu’s waves are so loud you don’t need it - they’re not background noise, they’re the main event. The deep rumble of waves crashing against rocks, mixed with the delicate sounds of spray, creates an ancient, repetitive rhythm.
The hotel thoughtfully placed earplugs by the bedside, accompanied by a small card that read: ‘Ocean sound can be the perfect lullaby.’ I initially found this a bit pretentious, but that night I didn’t even scroll through my phone - I drifted off to sleep almost immediately. It was a strange sensation - not so much falling asleep as being ‘carried away’ by the sound of the waves. It felt like sound therapy - my body relaxed, my consciousness slowly dissolved, and then I was gone.
A dreamless night, or rather, a night where the entire dream was the sea.
Monkey Fries and the Absurd Theater of Nature
Breakfast was decent, with fresh tropical fruits and made-to-order Indonesian noodles, but lunch pizza was just average - soft crust, ordinary toppings. But none of that mattered, because the main event at lunchtime was - the monkeys.
I knew Uluwatu’s monkeys were notorious before I arrived, but seeing it firsthand was absurdly hilarious. We ordered a plate of fries and left it on the table while getting drinks. When we returned, a female monkey was sitting comfortably in my chair, holding fries in both hands with three more stuffed in her mouth. She didn’t run when I approached - just kept chewing while staring straight at me, as if saying, ‘What?’
The real show was by the sea. I saw a monkey swimming in the ocean - yes, swimming. It paddled with a perfect doggy paddle, head held high, looking completely at ease. But upon closer look, three or four monkeys were roaring on shore, apparently forbidding it from landing. The poor swimmer was forced to paddle back and forth just offshore, chased away whenever it tried to come in. Eventually it swam out further and disappeared into the waves.
I don’t know if it ever made it back to shore. This was probably Uluwatu’s most absurd yet authentic theater of nature.
Surf Camp: A Pro’s Playground
Uluwatu is almost exclusively visited by white tourists, with few group tours - the vibe is super chill, like a hidden little community. Our accommodation was actually a surf camp, with the surf break right downstairs. Lessons started promptly at 6:30am and 9:30am daily - two hours of private instruction for about IDR 410,000 (around USD$27), which is quite reasonable for the quality of waves here.
But I have to say this seriously: beginners really shouldn’t come here.
The waves here aren’t the kind you can casually stand and play in. They’re powerful, rhythmic, and temperamental. I watched a lesson from the shore - the instructor led the students out paddling, and just as they crossed the breaking wave zone, a nearly two-meter wave crashed down, sending the student tumbling underwater several times, with their board flying three meters away. The instructor calmly retrieved both the person and the board, but that student spent the next half hour just treading water and catching their breath, completely unable to chase any waves.
I recommend being able to catch green waves (unbroken wave walls) on your own before coming here, otherwise the sea will truly ‘teach you a lesson.’ This ocean isn’t a practice field - it’s an exam hall.
Epilogue
On the morning I left Uluwatu, I stood on the cliff edge watching the waves one last time. They were just as fierce as when I arrived, with two-meter reef breaks still crashing spectacularly. But now I’d grown accustomed to that sound, even finding it somewhat comforting.
Looking back at that bamboo room one more time, the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the morning light, and the sea remained that same deep blue. I remembered the words on that little card - the sound of the sea truly is the best lullaby. It’s not just for sleep - it reminds you that in this vast world, you can temporarily entrust yourself to an ocean, to a little room on a cliff, to seven flights of stairs and a troop of swimming monkeys.
Uluwatu isn’t for everyone. But if you happen to be someone who doesn’t mind trouble, isn’t afraid of waves, and doesn’t worry about monkeys stealing your fries, this will be the most worthwhile dream you’ve ever had.
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