The Case of the Midnight Swimmers & The Mysterious Missing Passport
Ah, another night at Mamaka by Ovolo, where the sunsets are golden, the beats are fresh, and the guests… well, sometimes they bring the chaos.
It started like any other Thursday. Kuta Social Club was buzzing, margaritas were flowing, and the rooftop infinity pool sparkled under the moonlight. Everything was going great… until they arrived.
Let’s call them Mr. and Mrs. Midnight, a couple who, at first glance, seemed like your typical beach-loving tourists. Sun-kissed, wide-eyed, and vibing hard with Bali life. But then? Things took a turn into what can only be described as Knives Out: Kuta Edition.
Act 1: The Mysterious Missing Passport
At precisely 11:47 PM, Mrs. Midnight stormed down to the front desk, full panic mode activated. “My passport is gone! Someone took it!” she declared, convinced an international crime syndicate had specifically targeted her. (We checked: the only organized crime in Kuta that night involved seagulls aggressively stealing leftover fries.)
Our ever-patient Night Manager began the standard lost-item protocol, room search, handbag search, even checking inside the ice bucket (because, at this point, why not?).
Then, just as we were considering calling the authorities, a clue emerged.
The minibar.
There, tucked neatly between a tiny bottle of tequila and a half-eaten Snickers, was the missing passport.
Mrs. Midnight blinked. “Oh… I guess that’s where I put it for safekeeping.”
Crisis averted. Or so we thought.
Act 2: The Gym Breaker
The next morning, Mr. Midnight decided to hit the 24-hour gym. And by “hit,” we mean quite literally try to break every piece of equipment inside it.
Our lovely trainer-on-duty walked in just in time to witness him attempting to deadlift an entire treadmill.
Trainer: “…Sir, that’s not how that works.”
Mr. Midnight: “It’s called functional training.”
Trainer: “It’s called breaking hotel property.”
Not one to give up easily, Mr. Midnight moved on to the dumbbells. But instead of lifting them, he stacked them like Jenga blocks, declaring it his own “fitness art installation.”
By now, security had been subtly put on standby.
Act 3: The Midnight Swimmers & The Ice Bath Fiasco
Just as the night was winding down, security radioed in:
Security: “Uh… we have movement in the pool.”
Front Desk: “…At 2 AM?”
Security: “Yup. And they’re fully clothed.”
Lo and behold, Mr. and Mrs. Midnight had decided to take a moonlit dip in the closed infinity pool.
When security arrived, expecting resistance, Mr. Midnight simply grinned and said, “It’s the Bali way.”
Meanwhile, downstairs in the KupuKupu Spa, an even stranger event was unfolding.
One of our other guests, let’s call him The Ice King had decided to take an extreme approach to cold therapy. Instead of simply sitting in the ice bath, he attempted to stand up, balance on the edges, and do what can only be described as a full-body ice plunge swan dive.
What happened next? A crack. A loud crash. And then water everywhere.
By the time our spa therapist arrived, the ice bath was rapidly melting, flooding the gym floor like a mini-Titanic reenactment.
The Plot Twist
By sunrise, things had mostly returned to normal. The passport was secured (this time in an actual bag), the gym was still standing (barely), and the infinity pool had been restored to its usual non-secret-swimming status.
And just when we thought it was over…
Mr. Midnight approached the front desk, a sheepish grin on his face.
“Hey, uh… you wouldn’t happen to have found a missing wallet, would you?”
Where was it?
The minibar.
Again.
The Moral of the Story?
If you’re planning a midnight swim, at least bring a swimsuit.
If you’re hitting the gym, maybe don’t try to deadlift hotel equipment.
And if you’re looking for your missing passport or wallet… check the minibar first.
Joel Bartlett
General Manager at Mamaka by Ovolo in Bali, Indonesia.