On to the Qunci Villas of Lombok

Peacing out of Ubud was of the more difficult things I’ve done in my life. It’s a very hard place to leave, and one that I will undoubtedly return to in ventures to come. Alas, movement must be made, exploration must continue.

The next island east of Bali is Lombok. Unlike Bali which is predominantly Hindu based, Lombok is predominantly Muslim. Over the past 5 years both Bali and Lombok have grown in tourism exponentially, however the word on the street that we heard going in was the Lombok was less blown up then Bali, with pockets of untouched land and enchanted sights. This was our next destination and this would prove to be so.

LoWal was feeling the heat of some Bali Belly the next morning though, so it was going to be an easy trek. Dewa swooped us up for a trip to the airport as we decided to take a 25 minute flight to Lombok rather than a 4 hour ferry ride over potentially nasty swell. In the end, we’re not so sure what route would have been best as our flight was delayed and Lo was feelin’ the pain. A drive, a wait, a longer wait, the shortest flight ever, another 2 hour drive, and boom we were once again in wonderland. Change of style, change of scenery, but damn, worth the wait. Like a true savage traveler Lo survived the whole experience and we were set for a epic lounge session of the ages.

I’ve done the backpack thing, I’ve been off the beaten trail, and I’ve chosen the plush life on occasion. This was the occasion leading into my 30th year on this earth and it would be divine.

The Qunci Pool Villas was the joint. We came to find out that the Qunci Villas are American-owned. I would love to meet this cat because he had his shit locked down. The view and grounds were so plush, the spa so satisfying, and the food so extravagant, we were having a hard time finding a reason to step off the grounds. I actually liked feeling like two old couples just chilling, relaxing to the utmost. It was splendid. Whether by day or by night, by sun or even by rain, the Qunci Villas was a wonderland with the nicest staff I’ve ever seen. Conversing with fellow travelers, or rapping to the hotel staff to learn more Indonesian, we were continually at a loss, or rather a gain.

After Lo was able to rally on the Bali Belly, he was back at it with me, prodding and poking, antagonist to the max, back to the brotherly love I’d expect. Having Kea and him enjoying the same pleasantries was an added treat as we ate together, drank together, and rocked the steeziest battle royale card game endlessly to pass tranquil time.

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These posts are starting to sound cliche, but oh well, it was Pure Magic…