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Turn On Your Love Light

Come as Guests, leave as Friends.

This is one of the toughest posts to write. I have such great memories about Woodstock, that I hardly know where to begin.

Let’s start with the breakfast. Because I love food. It is the first meal of the day, so I tend to be rather critical about it. Arriving on Nyepi, the busiest weekend of the year (when the island of Bali is silent for a day, people – including me – run off to vibrant Gili T), it was hard to negotiate on the bungalow (after a glance at the spot, I immediately knew that I really wanted to stay at Woodstock at any price and I guess it showed), so I settled for an extra breakfast upon arrival. My second of that day.

A huge pot of coffee (or tea) – a fruit platter –  the choice between the habitual (but a better version of) banana pancakes or eggs with lots of sides – any fresh fruit juice – homemade bread & jelly. Njom.

I have no pictures of an untouched example, so you’ll have to do with this one.


I can go on and on about the pool, the friendly staff & how they all know your name and greet you every time they see you, the bungalows (off which I tested 3 during my stays: Blood, Sweat and Tears; 10 years after & Jimi Hendrix), the porch, the open-air bathroom, the cool owners, the island itself, the laid-back vibe, the great other guests,… but my favourite part of the day (apart from that exceptional breakfast) was coming back home after sunset to discover that they’d put down my mosquito net like a veil  – Yay, a princess bed! – and covered the room with incense sticks…

Relax, enjoy your stay & Turn On Your Love Light!




pam • March 31, 2014

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