So in my first few days in Bali I decided to take a “relaxing” hike/bike to the breathtaking Kintamani Volcano and Waterfall. Now let me start with the disclaimer that I workout every.single.day. Enjoy!
I have added an excerpt from an email I sent to my then boyfriend, now FIANCE :)! when I returned from this adventure…
May 5th, 2014
“Went to see this waterfall today and OH. BOY. Sounds cool right. Hah. PRIME example of language barrier 😳 it was absolutely stunning ONCE I got there, but I was trying to ask what the terrain was like to get there and they kept saying “few hills. not bad. not bad” okay, I can manage that. Already ran, biked, hiked, swam, and did a couple classes yesterday so I’m exhausted and just wanting something chill and relaxing. So I agree. (can you say stupid)
….. pause for dramatic effect…..
We biked…. 3 HOURS! Me on a mountain bike that was broke (literally broke) and wouldn’t change from one of the hardest gears so going up those “few hills” aka Mt. Everest babies…. I thought I was going to throw the bike, plop a squat, and throw a little hissy fit 😠. Butttttt nooooooo. I carried on. Internalized my furry and calmed the 6 year old that wanted to just start running screaming and crying. Then finally after the last mountain of hell biking we “arrived”. So since we have supposedly “arrived” I’m like “soooo where is it?” And the guide kind of chuckles and says “down stairs”….. Heart starting to pick up pace again…. “Just curious, how many stairs?” I ask… Again with the language barrier thing… He replies “ehh ✌️ kilometers”
I think I shed a tear. Might actually have just died right there I’m not sure.
This is where I actually contemplated asking him to take my camera for me. Or hey I mean Google has some pretty mighty fine waterfalls? But again…. Noooooo. I went for it. Want to know how many stairs there were?? Before I tell you let me set the stage a little….. These suckers aren’t your every day house stairs. These suckers ranged from a foot tall and a foot wide to 3 ft tall and 5 inches wide. Some sets of stairs looked like they dropped straight off a cliff and if you decided you actually were going to take the challenge of that set and gamble with your life of course there were no hand rails to catch you or help. Anyways, 1,000 stairs. Yes, that’s 3 zeros. Not including probably half a mile or so of just steep incline on top of that. By the time I made it down my legs were shaking just from merely supporting myself and making sure I didn’t die on the way down.
Now this is best part….. We got to the waterfall, which again was STUNNING, but we spent a whopping 10 minutes at the bottom, took about 10 pictures, and he goes “Well… ready go up?”. WHAT?!
1,000 steps later I was back at the top and my “easy chill recovery workout” was thankfully over. Needless to say I’m in bed now, ordered a buffet from room service for my now 11:40 am breakfast (oh yeah, other detail is we left at 5am this morning) and besides crawling to the pool with my food baby and nonexistent legs I probably won’t move for the rest of the day. “