Thrillophilia Bali Review: Vishal and Shraddha’s Romantic Island Journey
When Vishal Bhanudas Chekale and his wife Shraddha Pawar set their hearts on Bali, they imagined a trip full of colour, calmness and celebration. Both born in 1998, still in the early years of marriage, they wanted their first proper holiday abroad to feel like a memory they could treasure for decades. With Thrillophilia handling the planning, what unfolded was a six-day journey that moved from the green valleys of Ubud to the cliffs of Uluwatu, carrying them through a rhythm of adventure, serenity and romance.
They landed in Bali on 20 July 2025, greeted at the airport by a private SUV. The drive to Ubud was quiet, lined with palms and temples, and by the time they reached Fullmoon Villa, the sense of entering another world had already set in. The villa itself was charming, with a soft view of rice fields and the kind of stillness that lets conversations linger long into the night.
The next morning began with a long drive into central Bali. Their guide was patient and warm, answering Shraddha’s endless questions about temples and rice cultivation. They stopped at Tegenungan Waterfall where the sound of rushing water drowned out every thought. Then, they moved to the iconic Tegalalang Rice Terrace where the couple took turns swinging over the valley at the jungle swing. Coffee tasting at a plantation gave them laughter and gentle rivalry, Vishal teasing Shraddha for choosing the sweetest blends while he pretended to be serious about strong brews. The day ended with lunch overlooking Kintamani volcano, its misty silhouette a reminder that Bali is as much about stillness as spectacle.
On the third day, they left Ubud for Kuta. The journey was not just a transfer but a tour in itself, passing through the famous Handara Gate and Ulun Danu Temple. Shraddha took photo after photo at Handara, joking that the towering stone gate looked like it had been built just to frame their holiday album. By evening, they found themselves at Tanah Lot, watching the sun melt into the sea, the temple on its rocky perch becoming a silhouette against gold and crimson skies. The sunset seemed to pause the world just for them.
Their fourth day was perhaps the most exhilarating. A speedboat carried them across the sea to Nusa Penida. The blue stretched endlessly, and when they finally reached Kelingking Beach, Shraddha gasped at the cliff shaped like a giant T-rex bending into the water. Angel’s Billabong sparkled like a natural infinity pool, while Broken Bay was raw and untamed, waves crashing through an arch of rock. Crystal Bay gave them a softer ending, the sun dropping gently while they sat hand in hand on the sand. It was one of those rare days that left them tired but glowing, the kind of tiredness that makes sleep sweeter.
The fifth day brought water sports, something Vishal had been particularly excited for. Parasailing made them laugh nervously, shrieking as they lifted off into the sky, then quietening as the sea below shrank into a sheet of glass. The banana boat ride was chaotic and hilarious, leaving them soaked and breathless. Scuba diving turned the day into silence again, an underwater world of coral and colour that neither of them wanted to leave. Later, at Uluwatu Temple, they watched the Kecak Dance at sunset, the rhythmic chants echoing with the crash of waves beneath the cliffs. It felt deeply Balinese, a performance as ancient as the stones beneath their feet.
There was one moment in the trip that could have been stressful. A minor delay in their Nusa Penida transfer left them waiting longer than expected at the harbour, but Thrillophilia’s team quickly stepped in, rearranging the boat timing and ensuring they didn’t lose out on any planned stops. The quick handling of that small inconvenience reassured them that they were in good hands, and by the time they reached the island, their excitement had returned in full.
On the final morning, 25 July, they packed their bags slowly, not quite ready to leave. The private SUV that had been their constant companion through the journey carried them one last time, this time to Denpasar Airport. As they checked in for their flight home, Shraddha said softly to Vishal that this trip would always be their first great story as husband and wife. He nodded, already replaying in his head the waterfall, the sunsets and the laughter that had carried them through.
Looking back, their Bali holiday was not just about the places they visited but the way each moment felt carefully balanced. Adventure flowed into relaxation, grandeur into intimacy. Thrillophilia’s planning gave them the freedom to simply live it, rather than worry about the details.
For Vishal and Shraddha, Bali was not just a holiday but the beginning of a lifetime of journeys together. The rice fields, the cliffs, the beaches and the temples are now woven into the story of their marriage, stitched with the promise of many more trips to come.
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