The surf, if you can get to it, is legendary,
as are the coach queues and overpriced bintangs. And they all converge on the western most point of Bukit to get to the monkey-infested temple, the riotous kecak dance, and the bule-littered strips of sand that sit at the base of Uluwatu’s 75m cliffs. Some of the best finds in the area are actually quite disparate, however, and several require scootering through a rather sterile ghost resort, the Pecatu Indah development, so be prepared to go hard or home in this corner of Bali.
For those with the wherewithal and knowledge, however, Uluwatu, especially its northern fringes, blends the best of what Bali was with the greatest parts of the new scene (especially low key invite-only DJ brunches on isolated beaches).