Bali Bubble Camp: Insane Fun & Insta-Worthy Views!
Bali Bubble Camp: Insta-Worthy Views, Questionable Hygiene, and Unadulterated Chaos! (A Messy Review)
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because reviewing the Bali Bubble Camp is like trying to herd cats through a volcano. It’s chaotic, beautiful, a little bit terrifying, and ultimately, utterly unforgettable. Or maybe forgettable. I’m still processing. Let's just say it's a whole experience.
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(Now, onto the glorious, messy details…)
First Impressions (and a slight panic attack):
Driving up to Bali Bubble Camp, you are hit with pure wow. Seriously, the views? Unreal. Think dramatic cliffs, turquoise ocean, endless sky. #InstaGoals achieved before you even leave the bloody taxi.
But then… reality hits. The "luxury" bit felt a little… well, rushed. The entrance wasn't exactly polished. A bit of a scramble to check in. The initial vibe? Fantastic views, slightly chaotic.
Accessibility (or, the uphill battle):
Okay, let's address the elephant in the room (or, more accurately, the elephant sloping up the hill). Accessibility at Bali Bubble Camp is…challenging. I’m going to be brutally honest here. It's not exactly designed with mobility issues in mind. There are a lot of steps. A LOT. I saw one poor soul attempting to navigate the main pool area on crutches, and I swear, I heard their life flash before their eyes.
- Wheelchair Accessibility: Nope. Not really. Forget about it. Unless you are a parkour expert in a wheelchair.
- Elevator: Nope.
- Facilities for Disabled Guests: Listed, but I seriously question the practical implementation. (Maybe they have a magic carpet on standby?)
The Rooms: Bubbles of…what, exactly?
The "bubbles" are the main draw, right? These transparent domes are truly something. You feel like you're sleeping under the stars, which is amazing…until a gecko decides to join you (true story!).
Available in All Rooms: Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone (who even uses those?!), Bathtub, Blackout curtains (thank heavens!), Carpeting, Closet, Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea, Daily housekeeping, Desk, Extra long bed, Free bottled water, Hair dryer, High floor, In-room safe box, Interconnecting room(s) available (if you want to be really close), Internet access (wireless, and mostly functional), Ironing facilities, Laptop workspace, Linens, Mini bar (pricey!), Mirror, Non-smoking, On-demand movies, Private bathroom, Reading light, Refrigerator, Safety/security feature, Satellite/cable channels, Scale (judgemental little thing!), Seating area, Separate shower/bathtub, Shower, Slippers, Smoke detector, Socket near the bed, Sofa, Soundproofing, Telephone (again, who?), Toiletries, Towels, Umbrella, Visual alarm, Wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free], Window that opens.
Room Decorations: It’s all a bit… minimalistic chic. Cute, but not particularly cozy. More focus on the view which is obviously the main event.
A Bit of a Hiccup: The first bubble we got had a faulty zipper. Picture trying to sleep in a transparent tent with a significant gap letting in mosquitos and… well, everything. But they fixed it pretty quickly. That's a point for customer service!
Cleanliness and Safety: Crossing My Fingers (and Sanitizing Everything):
The pandemic has us all on edge, right? Let's be real.
- Anti-viral cleaning products: Listed, but I didn’t personally witness a full-on hazmat suit situation.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Saw a dude with a spray bottle, so… maybe?
- Hand sanitizer: Plentiful. Always a good start.
- Hygiene certification: Claimed (can’t verify authenticity).
- Rooms sanitized between stays: Listed. I hope so.
- Staff trained in safety protocol: Supposedly. They were masked up, at least.
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items: I think. I hope.
- Room sanitization opt-out available: I didn't notice if they actually provided this service.
Food, Glorious Food (And a Questionable Stomach):
The food at the Bali Bubble Camp is…well, let's just say it's an adventure.
Restaurants: Several on-site (see below).
Asian cuisine in restaurant: Yes.
International cuisine in restaurant: Also yes.
Vegetarian restaurant: Yes (thank goodness!).
Alternative meal arrangement: They tried.
Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast takeaway service, Breakfast in room: All available.
The Buffet: Standard buffet setup, but with some delicious options. Great for Instagram pictures!
The A La Carte: Prices were a bit inflated. Standard practice now.
Poolside Bar and Snack Bar: Convenient, but the food quality was inconsistent.
Snack Bar: I'd say it's more of a snack counter!
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking
The food itself was a mixed bag. Some meals were phenomenal, bursting with fresh, vibrant flavors. Others… well, let's just say my stomach wasn't always thrilled. I'd recommend sticking to the safe bets and being prepared to pay a premium.
- Poolside Bar: The cocktails were strong (always a plus!). The snacks? Less impressive.
- Coffee Shop: Excellent coffee!
Good Points about Dining:
- Variety: A good range of cuisines available. Lots of options for dietary needs.
- Asian breakfast: A decent start to the day.
- Coffee/tea in restaurant: Good coffee!
- Restaurants: Lots of them, and they will deliver to your room.
Bad Points about Dining:
- Inconsistency: Quality of food varied wildly.
- Pricey: Everything felt a little overpriced.
- Buffet: Standard hotel quality.
Things to Do (or, How to Keep Yourself Busy While Also Relaxing):
- Swimming pool: Stunning! Seriously, the pool with the view is the photo op.
- Spa/sauna: Yes, but I didn’t have time to try it.
- Fitness center: A bit basic, but sufficient.
- Massage: Heavenly, and highly recommended.
- Body scrub / Body wrap: Did not try.
Ways to Relax (aka "Escape the Chaos"):
- Pool with view: This is the main event and the most relaxing aspect of the stay – that pool.
- Terrace: Sit and gaze!
- Sauna: I didn't try, but I heard good things.
Service and Conveniences (the good, the bad, and the…well, confusing):
- Luggage storage: Yes! Always a plus when you're fighting the uneven paths.
- Daily housekeeping: Generally good but not perfect.
- Cash withdrawal: Cash withdrawal.
- Concierge: Helpful but sometimes the communication was difficult.
- Room service [24-hour]: Convenient.
- Laundry service/Ironing service: All available.
- Laundry service: Yes.
For the Kids (or, Can Kids Survive This Place?):
- Family/child friendly: Yes, but be prepared for a LOT of stairs.
- Kids facilities: A small playground and a kids' menu.
Getting Around (because you will want to):
- Airport transfer: Yes, and highly recommended.
- Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site]: Both available.
- Taxi service: Readily available, though navigating the local drivers can be an exercise in patience.
The Verdict: Insta-Worthy, But With Caveats.
Bali Bubble Camp is a visual feast. The views are breathtaking, the bubbles unique and offer a level of privacy and experience. However, accessibility is severely lacking, and the overall experience is a little…uneven.
The Good:
- The views. Seriously, epic.
- The unique bubble accommodation.
- The pool and spa facilities (massage was divine).
- The staff (generally friendly and trying their best).
The Bad:
- Accessibility
Bubble Camp Bali: More Bubble Than Bliss (Maybe? My Brain's a Bit Bubbled)**
Okay, guys, buckle up. This isn't your perfectly curated Instagram travel diary. This is me, after a week at Bubble Camp Bali, trying to unscramble my brain and figure out if it was paradise… or just a really well-designed Instagram ad. Honestly, I'm still recovering from the sheer bubble-ness of the whole thing.
Day 1: Arrival & "Inner Peace" (Yeah, Right)
- 8:00 AM: Landed in Denpasar. The humidity hit me like a wet, tropical slap. I'm pretty sure my hair instantly frizzled into a halo of chaos.
- 9:00 AM: Taxi ride to Echo Beach. Swear, the driver was either a Formula 1 driver in disguise or actively trying to scare me witless. Saw a chicken casually crossing the road. Bali, you weird, beautiful place.
- 10:00 AM: Arrived at Bubble Camp. OMG. The bubbles. They're… spherical. And there's a pool. And the air smells like frangipani and desperate attempts at serenity. The Instagram photos are, well, accurate. The reality? It's a tad more… dusty.
- 11:00 AM: Welcome briefing. "Embrace your inner child," they said. "Find your center," they chirped. Pretty sure my inner child is currently screaming, "Where's the wifi?!"
- 12:00 PM: Lunch. Delicious Nasi Goreng. Okay, food's a win. I'm starting to feel a flicker of genuine enthusiasm. Maybe I can do this whole "wellness" thing.
- 1:00 PM: Assigned my bubble. It's actual perfection. A clear dome, overlooking the rice paddies. This is where I'm going to live, breathe, and find my damn inner zen. (Except there's a lizard the size of my hand currently eyeing my mosquito net. Note to self: Invest in a flamethrower, preferably eco-friendly.)
- 2:00 PM - 5:00 PM: "Free time". I spent it desperately trying to connect to the wifi (finally got a signal!) and failing to successfully meditate without getting distracted by the aforementioned lizard, which I've now nicknamed Reginald. Reginald and I are currently locked in a silent, standoff-ish battle of wills.
- 6:00 PM: Sunset Yoga. Turns out, I'm less a "yoga person" and more a "sweaty, clumsy person who accidentally falls into the person next to them" person. Mortified.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. More delicious food. Feeling slightly less like a sweaty, clumsy failure. Maybe there's hope for me after all.
- 8:00 PM: Bedtime. Reginald is still lurking. Send help (and maybe a really big bug zapper).
Day 2: Surf's Up (and My Pride's Down)
- 7:00 AM: Woke up to the sound of monkeys. Terrifying, but also kind of awesome.
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast. Seriously, the food is phenomenal. I'm starting to think this is the only reason I should be here.
- 9:00 AM: Surf lesson. Oh. My. God. Picture me, a complete surf novice, attempting to ride a wave. It went something like this: faceplant, choke on saltwater, get dragged under, pop back up, faceplant again, repeat. I spent the entire lesson looking like a beached seal. My instructor was incredibly patient (bless his soul). I, however, was not. My pride is currently somewhere in the depths of the Indian Ocean.
- 11:00 AM: Back to the bubble. Showered the saltwater out of my hair. Contemplated giving up surfing altogether and joining the yoga instructor on the shore.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch. Comfort food! Seriously, their food is amazing. Did I already mention that?
- 2:00 PM: Free time. Sat by the pool, nursing my surf-induced injuries and plotting my revenge on that wave. The sun glinted off the perfect surface of the water, and for the first time, I actually felt the slightest bit of zen. Maybe the yoga wasn't a total waste. Maybe.
- 4:00 PM: Balinese massage. This was divine. My muscles had never been happier. All the surf-induced tension melted away. I think I actually drifted into a state of bliss for a bit. This might be the greatest day of my life, right here.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner. More delicious food.
- 7:00 PM: Evening bonfire. Swapped stories and laughter with the other guests. Started to actually enjoy their company. The bubbles and the "wellness" thing started to make a tiny bit of sense.
- 8:00 PM: Bed. Reginald is still there, but I'm not as scared of him. Maybe we're buddies now? (Highly doubtful.)
Day 3: Rice Paddies and Road Rage (My Road Rage, Anyway)
I'm going to dedicate this day almost entirely to the experience: the morning hike to the rice paddies.
- 7:00 AM: Managed to wake up without the monkeys deciding to use my bubble as a trampoline. Winning!
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast. Seriously. The food is top-notch. I would recommend this place for the nasi goreng alone.
- 9:00 AM: Hike to the rice paddies. The brochure promised "a gentle stroll." This translated to "an uphill trek in 30-degree heat, dodging scooters driven by caffeinated teenagers while also trying not to step in the mud." I swear, Balinese roads are designed to be terrifying, scenic, and filled with scooters.
- 9:30 AM: OMG. WE WERE AT THE PADDY. It was unreal. Emerald rice paddies terraced down the hillsides, shimmering in the sunlight. The air was thick with the scent of earth and something sweet, like a tropical fruit I couldn't quite place. My mind raced. I wanted to absorb it all. The colours were so saturated: the blue of the sky, the green of the rice, the orange of the sun. I wanted to paint it, photograph it, and bottle it up and take it home with me.
- 10:00 AM: Continued walking, or at least trying to. Was the terrain easy? No. But here I was. I had to be in two minds: one, the one enjoying the perfect beauty, and the other, the constant background hum of "are the mosquitoes going to get me?" Luckily I have a decent mosquito repellent.
- 11:00 AM: Was it what I expected? No. Was it better? Absolutely. It was the kind of beauty that makes you forget about all the little annoyances, the heat, the mud, the scooters. It makes you just, breathe.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch. Back at the camp, and the food, well, you already know the story.
- 2:00 PM: The afternoon was somewhat less exciting. It was a lot of downtime, I think. I tried to read, but the heat, the energy of the day, and the constant buzz of mosquitoes (Reginald was not helpful today) had made me so tired. I gave up and had another massage. Not really the same feeling as yesterday. It was good, and I liked it, but not the same.
- 4:00 PM: Free time. I found myself back in the bubble, staring out at the sunset. The sky was on fire with oranges, pinks, and purples, and I felt incredibly relaxed, and surprisingly content.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner. I got talking to a couple from London who were going to visit Ubud. Again. It was like my time in the camp, somehow a mix of new experiences, and things already known.
- 7:00 PM: The fire. More chatting with other guests. A surprisingly great atmosphere, and a feeling that I'd actually bonded with a few people here.
- 8:00 PM: Bedtime. I'm starting to get used to Reginald.
Day 4 - 7 (A Blur of Bubbles, Food, and Existential Dread!)
Okay, the rest of the week is kind of a blur of yoga, massages (yes, more massages!), surfing (less face-planting, yay!), more amazing food, and trying to actually do the whole "be present" thing. Some days I felt like I was mastering the zen. Other days, I was convinced I'd spend my entire life battling the urge to just scream into a pillow.
- Repeated events: Yoga (still not graceful), surfing (slightly less disastrous), massages (heavenly!), food (always delicious!), and attempts to meditate (generally unsuccessful).
- Excursions: Visited a nearby temple (gorgeous, but also crowded), tried a cooking class (burned the rice, but the rest
Bali Bubble Camp: Seriously? Is it REALLY That Good? (Spoiler: Maybe Yes... Maybe No... It Depends)
Okay, spill the tea. Is this Bubble Camp actually worth the hype? All those Insta pics look... staged.
Alright, alright, let's be real for a second. The Insta-game is strong with this one. Yes, the Bali Bubble Camp is absolutely *photogenic*. Those bubbles glistening in the sun? They're… well, pretty darn gorgeous. But the *hype*? That's the million-dollar question. Here's the dirt: it’s a mixed bag. Sometimes, you feel like a goddess lounging in ethereal perfection. Other times? You’re sweating like a pig, battling mosquitos, and wondering if that tiny fan is actually doing *anything*. I swear, I spent half the time just wiping the sweat off my forehead so I could actually *see* the view (which, by the way, *is* stunning). My honest answer? It depends on your expectations. If you're expecting a perfectly curated, air-conditioned paradise, you're in for a rude awakening. If you're up for a little adventure, a lot of laughs (at your own expense), and a genuinely unique experience? Then, yeah, it's probably worth it. My friend Sarah? She *loves* luxury. She hated it. The mosquitos ate her alive. She spent the entire time complaining. I, on the other hand, found it hilarious. So yeah, YMMV. Like, *big time*.
Tell me about these "bubbles." Are they… comfortable? Like, can I sleep in them without feeling claustrophobic?
Comfort? Let's just say "Rustic Chic" is a very generous description. The bubbles themselves are, yes, transparent. You *are* basically sleeping inside a goldfish bowl. Claustrophobia? That's a real concern. I'm generally pretty chill, but even I had a moment of panic when I zipped the door shut for the first time. (Pro-tip: keep the door unzipped *slightly* at night. The air circulation helps. Trust me.) The beds? They're comfy *enough*. Think a slightly upgraded camping experience. And the heat? Oh, the heat. Bali is hot, and these bubbles trap the sun. Thank goodness for the tiny fan, which, as I mentioned earlier, may or may not have actually done anything. I swear, I was convinced it was just blowing hot air on me. You're constantly aware that you're *outside* – the sounds of the jungle, the occasional gecko that finds its way in (yes, really!), the rustling of leaves... It's an experience, alright. It's *not* the Four Seasons. But hey, it's an experience you won't forget. Consider bringing a strong sleeping mask. The sunrise is brutal.
How is the food? Is it just, like, instant noodles and disappointment?
Okay, the food is... surprisingly good, *generally speaking*. They do a decent job! Way better than I expected. Don't go expecting Michelin-star cuisine, but they offer a good mix of Indonesian classics and some Western options. Breakfast was my favourite! The nasi goreng was actually amazing - especially after a night of bubble-sweat. The coffee? Pretty weak, if I’m being honest. I'm a coffee addict, and I nearly cried. They made up for it with the fruit platters, though. So many delicious mangos! Sometimes, they had themed nights, which were pretty fun. BBQ’s under the stars... That was definitely a high point. The food is part of the adventure, and is overall a positive one.
What kind of activities are there? Is it just hanging out in a bubble like a human prawn?
Look, let's be honest: the primary activity is basking in the Insta-worthy glow of your bubble. But, no, it’s not *just* that. (Though, let's be real, that's a big draw.) There are some organised activities. Sometimes yoga sessions, which sound amazing in theory but actually consisted of me fighting off the aforementioned mosquitos and trying not to fall over. They'll usually have a bonfire night… which, again, sounds romantic until you realize you’re all huddled together swatting bugs. They often have excursions planned – hikes, visits to waterfalls, that sort of thing. I skipped the hike. I was too busy enjoying the view and figuring out how to keep the humidity at bay in the bubble. Honestly? The best activities, for me, were the unplanned ones. Chatting with other guests. Watching the sun set. Just... breathing. And maybe, just maybe, taking a million photos. (Guilty!)
Speaking of bugs… are the mosquitos a dealbreaker? I'm a mosquito magnet.
Okay, let's get real again. The mosquitos? They *are* a thing. And if you're a mosquito magnet, like me, prepare for battle. Pack industrial-strength insect repellent and consider wearing long sleeves, even when it's sweltering. They provide mosquito nets, thankfully, but they can only do so much when you're trying to get in/out of the bubble. I got bitten. A lot. I looked like I had the measles by the end of my stay. It's part of the experience, I guess? Bring antihistamines. Bring calamine lotion. Bring your A-game against the tiny, blood-sucking monsters. This isn’t a luxurious mosquito-free zone, so prepare yourself. I'd also recommend citronella candles. They help, sort of. Good luck – you'll need it!
What about the bathrooms? Are they, like, outhouses? Please say no to outhouses.
Okay, breathe. No outhouses. Thank goodness. The bathrooms are… well, they're rustic, but they're *functional*. They’re outdoor bathrooms, which is a cool experience in itself. Showers with a view! Just remember to bring your own toiletries. They're clean, generally speaking. It's not the Ritz, but it isn't a nightmare either. They are open-air, so expect a few critters to join you for your morning ablutions. (I swear, a frog once watched me brush my teeth.) The most important thing? Bring a strong flashlight for the bathroom at night. Navigation can be tricky, and, trust me, you don’t want to stumble around in the dark looking for the loo.
Is it REALLY Insta-worthy? I’m serious.
Oh, yes. Absolutely. The photos? They’re gorgeous. The views are stunning. The bubbles themselves are inherently photogenic. You *will* get some amazing shots. That's a guarantee. Just remember to balance those perfect pics with the reality. The sweat, the bugs, the heat. The occasional moment of minor panic that you're stuck alone in clear plastic in the middle of nowhere. ItWorld Wide Inns
