Kuta, a small beach town on Lombok, has become my favorite town in Indonesia over the years. I’ve spent a lot of time here, always staying longer than I anticipated.
The landscape differs from Bali with its rolling hills and mountains – lush green cascading down hillsides like a thick moss – and ribbons of white sand beaches. There are farms, cattle, winding roads, rice fields, and smiling children who slap you five as you zoom by on your motorbike.
The days are sunny and hot with the occasional rainstorm in the late afternoon. I start each day by taking my motorbike along the coast roads looking for a new hidden white sand beach. I stop for a while when I find a good spot, take a dip and maybe a nap. I might stay there for a while, or cruise to the delicious vegetarian restaurant Ashtari, or the family run Sonya’s.
There is never a dull moment here. If I don’t have a plan for the day, I take my motorbike down one of the many potholed roads and find myself at a deserted beach, a small fishing village, or at the steppes of a rice paddy. A tanned surfer will cruise by with his surf board, and before long find myself at Grupuk or another surfer’s haven. Bumping along a sandy beach path, I might be stopped by a grazing family of oxen, oblivious to my presence.
Kuta is paradise. The laid back atmosphere and the few tourists allow the area to feel as if it’s your own. It is a place I look forward to visiting many times to come and I hope this beautiful area stays as it is.