Bali Trip, Confession of a Hopeless Romantic Traveler Ever heard of the saying, it is lovelier the second time around? Indeed it was. My Bali trip was a proof of that. The first time I went to Bali, I stayed in Nusa Dua, an exclusive enclave of high end resorts, which felt disconnected with my shorts, t-shirts and slippers lifestyle. It was primarily for work, so it was understandable. The second time was with him–my special someone. And I considered it the best travel I had so far.