After a couple days in Lovina, we decided that we should get out and see the sights. Lovina and Singaraja (the former capital of Bali) have a lot to offer in terms of cultural and natural scenery.
We rented a car and a driver for the day and commenced a “Lovina Tour” in which our driver would take us to the lesser known delights of the area.
We drove about 2 hours in to the mountainous back country of Lovina; going through countless villages and climbing higher and higher into the lush forest. We reached a non-descript piece of winding road and parked. “Waterfall over there” our driver motioned to a small path that led off the road. Shane and I made our way down a surprisingly long, steep, narrow path. It was surprisingly well paved for its entrance just looking like an small inlet made by weary travelers with full bladders. We were surrounded by the sounds of cicadas and birds that were going nuts in a sort of tropical alarm clock kind of way, not the peaceful kind of way that you first imagined. We were in the thick of tall green trees some of which were clove and coffee.
At the end of our 20 minute trek we were disproportionately rewarded for our efforts as in front of us stood a waterfall over 100 meters high. A 30 story building’s worth of falling mountain water. So we did the logical thing and decided to go get right under it.
As soon as I got ankle deep I wanted to turn back as this was the coldest temperature I had experienced in over a year. “It’s cold!” I exclaimed to which the bikini clad badass that had just spent like 20 minutes in that thing responded, “Oh, go on! It’s not as cold as Germany!” If I had to rate that piece of encouragement on a scale of 1 to 5 it would receive a -2. First, I haven’t been to Germany (yet) and second, I’m pretty accustomed to wearing full length pants and long sleeves per Islam approved apparel every day in the tropics. So the way I see it: I may as well be naked wading into the waters of the Arctic.
So Shane’s getting in there and just smiling like he’s having the time of his life and I’m wading in slowly like a kitten having a bath. Then I decided to just go for it, Germany style and stop being such a pussycat.
The spray engulfed us; whiting out our vision and splashing us relentlessly away, but we fought onwards until the water was rushing and pounding down our backs and both Shane and I were uncontrollably giggling. It was literally impossible not to be laughing and smiling like we just discovered the new best thing ever and it is a ton of falling freezing water. It was incredibly exhilarating and refreshing.
What better way to warm up after our adventure than with the world’s most expensive coffee…
So we crossed the street and hiked up to a hilltop coffee and spice plantation for a quick walking tour and a pot of Luwak Coffee. A plantation farmer showed us around picking countless amounts of leaves and roots and crushing them for us to smell and taste. There was cinnamon, lemongrass, ginger and turmeric among others: taking my nose and tongue to a spice carnival. He pointed out young coffee berries and a pineapple plant.
Then he showed us the main attraction: the Luwak coffee. So a quick rundown: Luwak Coffee is a coffee made from the magical little droppings of civets which are little cute cat-bear animals who are apparently coffee berry fiends. The plantation leaves coffee berries out for the civets to feast on, and then collect their droppings from the grounds. He showed us the clusters of coffee beans that had traveled through the animal’s digestive system and were on their way to making that trip again in us. We also met the domestic resident coffee connoisseur who was lounging in his hutch: cute little guy.
After the tour we got a coconut pot of Luwak Coffee and enjoyed the view of the mountain villages and forest from the hilltop café while we air dried. Poo never tasted so good! The coffee was delicious, well priced, and woke us up, because you know, we were a little drowsy after our jaunt in a waterfall.