Once we were full and happy after the best meal at Warung Nyoman, we spent the rest of the day to exploring Nusa Lembongan.
We got back on our bikes and rode further into the island. The land got dryer, and we passed by mangrove forests. We skipped the mushroom bay and stopped at the bridge that connects Nusa Lembongan with Nusa Ceningan. We took touristy photographs on the bridge and headed down to Dream beach after that.
Dream beach is quiet and secluded, so it wasn’t a surprise to see nobody else, except us, there. The water and its white sandy beach could be seen from a cliff with the beach’s path. The water is much colder than where we jumped in the morning, and the waves were not friendly, but we had childlike fun running here and there, yelling and thumping wet sand on each other.
On the cliff, there was a café where we finally sat for hours just being us, chit-chatting and sipping local cocktails. Nearby, there was a villa with an infinity swimming pool overlooking the beach from the top. AMAZING.
Nusa Lembongan, the island of friendly locals, seaweed farming, and virgin beaches.
We went back to Bali before dark.
Jik and I made a pact to come here again, just the two of us. To get lost in good books, eat only seafood, drink lots of beers, and go home with a sunburn.