In order to break up the shopping, massage, sun-baking cycle we had happily fallen into last week, the girls and I decided to go quad biking. Our friends had recommended it, so Bec and I found a random street vendor and $80 later our day was planned.

We opted to get picked up at 11:30am so we could have a leisurely morning, but of course were still rushing around when a car came to collect us. About an hour and a half later we had arrived at our destination in the Piling rice fields.

We were given gumboots, a helmet and some limited instructions (where the breaks and throttle were) and we were on our way through a village. Not going to lie, it was kind of scary at first! The bikes were quite jerky and my experience on a scooter in Vietnam left me nervous (I almost plowed into an elderly man on a push bike wearing a conical hat, he laughed at me).

Once we were out of the village and into the rice fields we had the brakes mastered and zoomed up and down steep muddy hills.

Not the most flattering angle ^  The view was amazing but you can’t tell in these dreary overcast photos.

We stopped for a coffee in the middle of the rice fields, a move I regretted later as it sloshed around in my empty stomach as we continued on our bumpy ride.

Before too long our ride had come to an end, just as I started imagine my life as a lone intrepid quad-biker, noisily making my way across countries. I was kind of glad though because I was absolutely ravenous. All throughout the week I was either painfully I’m-never-eating-again-when-will-it-stop-hurting full or starving hungry. There was no middle ground. No idea why. Thankfully lunch was waiting for us.

Some kind of chicken washed down with full fat coke in glass bottles. Heaven.

Full and happy we rolled back down the green hills to Seminyak.

If you are looking to do something non beach or water related I definitely recommend quad biking.