
Okay so I wrote this whole thing after my third trip to Bali because honestly? Every guide online is the same generic boring stuff. And my friends kept hitting me up like “dude where should I stay, how much money do I need, is it worth going” and I got tired of writing the same DM over and over lol.
So here’s what actually happened when I went to Bali from Delhi. Not what travel websites tell you. What actually went down.
Real talk – I was broke. Like, proper broke. Fresh out of college, had like ₹100k saved, and everyone was like “you should travel” and I was like “okay but where can I go without selling your stuff?”
Found out about Bali by accident. My cousin went and posted some photos that looked insane. So I just… booked it. No research, no planning. Just yolo’d it at 23.
Best decision ever tbh.
I got there and immediately realized why everyone goes nuts about this place. The beach, the temples, the food that doesn’t cost 500 rupees per bite, people were actually NICE to me (which is wild coming from Delhi), and everything just felt… chill? Like, stressed out Delhi energy doesn’t exist there.
The massages are actually unreal. Like I paid 1000 rupees for two hours and the lady fixed my back in ways I didn’t know were possible. In Delhi that same massage would be 4000+ easily. And she was actually good, not some tourist trap.
Food-wise? Dude. I ate on ₹500-700/day. Satay, fresh seafood, rice bowls with like five sides… it’s insane.
So Indira Gandhi airport. You know it. Everyone hates it, it’s always crowded, the flights are expensive.
Direct flights exist but they’re pricey – I saw like ₹60,000-80,000 depending on season.
But I got one with a Bangkok stopover for ₹16,000 one way. Yeah 3 extra hours of travel but I saved like ₹10,000 and honestly? Bangkok airport is chill, I grabbed some good Thai food, it was fine.
Tips for booking:
So I was actually really anxious about this because I’m paranoid about bureaucratic stuff. Turns out? Literally nothing to stress about.
You land in Bali, there’s a desk right there, you give them:
Done. You get a 30-day visa. That’s it. Took like 10-20 minutes. I was expecting like an hour of standing around but nah.
The people there see Indian tourists all the time so they know the drill. Super chill about it.
Okay so everyone’s like “go April-October it’s perfect weather” and yeah sure the weather is nice but like… there’s 10,000 other tourists there with you at every spot.
I went in July once and couldn’t walk 5 meters without bumping into someone taking the same photo I wanted to take. Prices were stupid high. Hotel room was ₹3,500/night for a basic place.
Then I went in November on a whim and honestly? It was way better. Yeah you get rain for like an hour in the afternoon but then it clears up. Plus everything’s green and lush which is actually prettier than the dry season imo. And I got that same hotel for ₹1,800.
December-January is apparently the rainy season but like… it doesn’t rain all day? It rains for a bit, you grab coffee, it stops. Meanwhile your money goes 2x further. I met way more actual travelers (not Instagram influencers) during this time.
So yeah pro tip: skip peak season unless you hate money.
Bro I fell for this my first time. Some travel agent in Delhi was like “we have this AMAZING package for ₹60,000” and I was like okay sure let’s do it.
Got there and it was… mid? The hotel was in a weird location, the tours felt rushed, I was basically just following a flag with 30 other people around.
Since then I just book everything separately and it’s honestly so much better AND cheaper.
Budget way (backpacker style): ₹25,000-35,000
Mid-range (what I usually do): ₹40,000-70,000
Fancy pants mode: ₹80,000+
Mount Batur (The Volcano Thing)
So my tour guide picked me up at 1:30 AM. I’m like barely awake, still drunk from last night’s beers, wondering why I agreed to this.
We drive like 45 minutes in the dark. I’m second-guessing everything. Then we start hiking. In the dark. With like a headlamp. And I’m sweating and my legs hurt and I’m like “this was stupid.”
THEN the sun comes up.
Dude. You’re literally standing on an active volcano, watching the sun rise above the clouds, the landscape just… appears. It’s insane. I actually got emotional which was embarrassing but also… yeah.
There’s like 300 people up there doing the same thing so it’s not some secret spot. But the experience is still wild. Worth every bit of sleep deprivation.
The Rice Terraces
Okay these are the ones in Tegallalang. Go early. Like 6 AM early. I know that sucks but trust me.
I went at 6:15 AM once and literally had them to myself for like two hours. Just me, the rice, birds, some farmers. It’s genuinely peaceful.
I went back at 10 AM another time and it was literally packed with tour groups taking selfies. Same place, completely different vibe.
The rice is so green it almost looks fake. You can walk through the paths, take a million photos, it’s nice.
Pro tip: bring water. I didn’t the first time and spent three hours dying of thirst like an idiot.
Ubud (This Place Is Weird and Cool)
Ubud is like… it’s artsy, it’s spiritual, it’s got tourists but also actual local culture happening? It’s hard to explain.
The night market has cheap food everywhere. The art market is touristy but actually cool – you can get custom paintings made while you wait. There’s temples that feel actually spiritual, not just photo ops.
I got properly lost in Ubud streets once and found this tiny warung that had like 5 tables. Ordered satay because I couldn’t read the menu. Cost ₹200. Tasted like heaven. Only customer for like an hour.
That’s Ubud. You just wander and find random amazing things.
Seminyak Beach (For Sunset and Vibes)
Seminyak’s not really for swimming honestly. The beach is kind of meh for that.
But the sunset? Dude. It’s incredible. Beach clubs are everywhere and like… you pay for a drink (₹300-500) and get a lounge chair, the ocean, sunset, it’s magical.
I sat at this random beach club drinking a coconut thing and eating fresh fish and just watching the sun melt into the ocean and like… yeah that’s when you remember why travel is worth it.
The Instagram Swings (Yeah They’re Worth It)
Okay so these jungle swings hanging over forests are all over Instagram right? I was like “this is so touristy and basic” but then I actually did it and… okay it was fun lol.
You swing over jungle, take photos, feel cool. There’s a line usually and it’s crowded but like 20 minutes of swinging? It’s harmless fun.
Temples
There’s like a million temples. Tanah Lot is the famous one sticking out of the ocean – it’s pretty but also packed.
Besakih is massive and feels way more spiritual.
Uluwatu has cliffs and ocean views.
Just remember – these aren’t theme parks. Actual people worship here. Dress okay (cover shoulders and knees), don’t be loud and obnoxious, respect the space. Locals appreciate it.
Money
Don’t exchange money in Delhi bro. The rates are TRASH. Just hit up an ATM in Bali. Seriously.
Most places take cards but smaller spots are cash only. Keep some rupiah on hand.
Getting Around
Taxis are overpriced and will charge you tourist prices. Skip them entirely.
Scooter rental is ₹300-500/day. The roads are chaotic as hell but like… if you can handle Delhi traffic you can handle Bali. I’m not confident on roads but I still managed it.
Food
Eat where locals eat. That’s the golden rule. Local warung = ₹300-500 for amazing food. Tourist restaurant = ₹1,500-2,000 and like 70% chance you got ripped off.
I ate at literally every warung I could find. Got stomachache like twice and it wasn’t even food-related (I just didn’t drink enough water lol).
Street food is safe. Seriously. The fear of eating street food in Asia is like… overblown. Eat where crowds are eating.
The Heat
It’s hot. Like stupidly hot. I underestimated it and got a dehydration headache on day two.
Drink water constantly. Like more than feels normal. Your body will thank you.
Sunscreen obviously. The sun hits different in Bali. I got burned once and learned my lesson.
Phone Stuff
Get a local SIM card. Takes like 5 minutes at any convenience store. ₹50 for the card, ₹100 for like 5GB of data. Done. Way cheaper than international roaming.
WiFi is everywhere but it’s not always reliable. Local SIM card for maps/messages is essential.
Day 1:
Landed at 6 AM. Felt like actual death. Got to hotel, slept for 4 hours, woke up confused about what time it was. Explored the street my hotel was on. Ate noodles. Slept early because jet lag is real.
Day 2:
Mount Batur tour at 2 AM. Regretted everything while hiking. Sunrise made me emotional. Came back at 9 AM, had breakfast, napped until 4 PM. Wandered around in the evening, got a massage, felt human again.
Day 3:
Drove to Ubud (took like 90 minutes, we got stuck in traffic). Walked around the art market for hours. Got lost trying to find a specific temple. Found a random warung instead. Ate there. It was better. Walked around Ubud streets for the rest of the day just vibing.
Day 4:
Rice terraces in the morning (crowded time but whatever). Waterfall visit in the afternoon. Beach in Canggu in the evening. Got pizza which was probably a mistake but it was good.
Day 5:
Lazy day. Slept in. Got a facial that I didn’t need. Walked around shops. Ate a lot. Called my parents to show them photos. Packed.
This is more realistic than the “wake up at 5 AM and do 4 activities” schedule everyone posts.
Flights: ₹30000-40,000 (depending on booking time)
Per day spending:
If you’re careful and eat only local food it’s cheaper. If you want fancy hotels and nice restaurants it’s more. But that’s the realistic range.
Bali’s not secret anymore. It’s touristy. You’ll see other Indians, other backpackers, Instagram influencers doing photoshoots.
But here’s the thing – you can either be a tourist OR you can actually experience the place. Those are different things.
Skip the obvious spots at peak hours. Eat where locals eat. Get lost sometimes. Talk to people. Sleep in sometimes instead of doing an activity.
The best parts of my trip weren’t the Instagram spots. They were getting lost, meeting random people, finding a ₹100 satay that changed my life, watching a sunrise from a volcano and crying a little bit, sitting alone in a temple while monks chanted.
That’s the real Bali.
So yeah, book it. You’ll probably love it. And if you don’t? You tried something new which is what matters.
See you in Bali 🙌