So this post is a little different than the ones I have posted previously, but I figured that if everyone loves creeping strangers as much as I do, it might be a welcome change. I recently spent a few days at The Mulia Bali with my beloved sister, who moved to London a year ago in April, and I haven't seen her since.
With her 25th birthday approaching, we decided our one year separation anniversary should be spent together and spent in style. If you follow my Instagram or have perused my Bali blog posts, you will note I have an attractive hand model/general model. This is my charming sister, who indulged me in my foodie pursuits for the entirety of the trip. By the end of the two weeks, she had stopped gasping when I put my food on the floor to photograph, and started critiquing me for my cutlery placement. What a gal.
The Mulia was unlike anything I have ever seen, to be completely honest. From the entrance, to the foyer, to the pool(s) everything is meticulous in its beauty. You have a casual choice between seven restaurants, all of which cater to different whims. The Deli (pictured below) must be seen in its entirety to be believed.
On our holiday agenda? Morning yoga, lounging by each of the various pools, and eating copious amounts of delicious food. Isn't that what a holiday is all about?
You know how some people don't seem to have time to acknowledge the fact that they are a year older? Yeah, not my sister. She lives for birthdays. And it so happened that her birthday fell on our last day in Bali, and our last day at The Mulia. She plays it cool - acts like she is too old for birthdays, like it's ok that you haven't really got anything planned. It's not.
On the morning of her birthday, I woke up with a knotted stomach on the realisation that I actually hadn't really planned any activities whatsoever. As we sat at breakfast, planning what we should do for the day, I confirmed what I already knew: I had failed as a birthday organiser. Not ten seconds later, a DONUT CAKE and troupe of singing hotel employees bounded around the corner. And we never even mentioned a birthday.
As if that wasn't enough, we were surprised at the end of the day with a second cake, a rose, and some happy snaps with the adorable staff who knocked on our door. Safe to say hotel staff whom we've never met or interacted with throw a better birthday than me.
We aren't the sorts to play favourites, but The Cafe won us over for its array of international cuisines. I was particularly enthused by the fact that I got to watch the chef make my Gado Gado from scratch - grinding the peanuts down to a sauce in front of me. I fear that none of my photos or descriptions do this place justice - it has to be seen to be believed. So go and see it for yourself. Or take your birthday mad sister there.