Two weeks ago, two friends and I were searching for some hot springs in the north of the Tabanan Regency, towards the center of Bali. I could not find exact directions to the place, but a blog had mentioned it was near a temple called Pura Luhur Batukaru. I figured if we made it to the temple, we’d probably see some signs, or at least meet a few locals with directions to the hotsprings. We grabbed a few things from our rooms, then hopped on our motorbikes for a 1.5 hour trek from Canggu towards the mountains.
After braving the chaotic traffic of Tabanan city, we ascended some mountain roads, overlooking vast rice fields and jungle towards the base of Volcano Batukaru.
What we found there was a 10,000 year old hindu temple right in the middle of thick rain forests. A river ran along one side of it, and the other side had a huge coy pond.
Eerie fog and mist hovered like a white blanket as light rain drizzled. There were only 4 other tourists there making the place unusually silent, to the point that we whispered when speaking to each other.
Batukaru, the surrounding rain forests and small mountain towns were so indescribably beautiful, I was filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
We never did find the hot springs, but what we stumbled upon was far more amazing than we expected.