Ubud: Private Day Tour Waterfalls, Rice Terrace & Jungle Swing

Summary

Ubud’s waterfalls and rice fields with a private guide

You’ll feel river spray on your face at Kanto Lampo Waterfall, wander temple gardens scented with incense, swing high above Ubud’s jungle canopy, and walk Tegalalang’s iconic rice terraces—all with a local guide handling every detail so you can just soak it in.

Step-by-step itinerary

Day 1 — Ubud waterfalls, temple, swing, rice terrace

• Visit Kanto Lampo Waterfall
• Visit Ulu Petanu Waterfall
• Explore Gunung Kawi Sebatu Temple
• Experience jungle swing
• Have lunch with jungle view
• Visit Tegalalang Rice Terrace

Top questions

How long is the Ubud private day tour?

The tour lasts one day and covers several attractions around Ubud including waterfalls, temple, jungle swing, and rice terrace.

Is hotel pickup included for this Ubud tour?

Yes, hotel or port pickup and drop off are included with private transportation in an air-conditioned vehicle.

What should I wear for visiting Gunung Kawi Sebatu temple?

A traditional Balinese sarong is required for temple entry; it is provided as part of your tour inclusions.

Are entrance fees covered on this Ubud day trip?

Yes, all entrance fees are included if you select the all-inclusive package option.

Can infants join this private Ubud tour?

Infants can join but must sit on an adult’s lap during transportation.

Is lunch provided during the Ubud waterfall & rice terrace tour?

Lunch is included if you choose the all-inclusive package option; you’ll dine with a jungle view.

Are there any health restrictions for this tour?

This tour isn’t recommended for travelers with spinal injuries, poor cardiovascular health, or pregnant travelers.

Can women enter temples during menstruation?

No, women who are menstruating are not allowed to enter Balinese temples per local customs.

What’s included

Your day includes hotel or port pickup and drop-off in a private air-conditioned vehicle, use of a traditional Balinese sarong for temple entry, bottled water throughout the journey, all entrance fees (with all-inclusive option), lunch overlooking the jungle canopy—and a friendly English-speaking driver-guide who knows where to find the best photo spots (and doesn’t mind taking them).

What’s the experience like?

Hands gripping a bamboo rail, I peered over the edge—water roaring somewhere below. Our driver, Wayan, just grinned and said, “Don’t worry, it’s not slippery today.” He was right; my feet sank into cool mud as we climbed down to Kanto Lampo Waterfall. The air felt thick and sweet—like wet leaves and river stones. I let the spray hit my face. It was louder than I expected, almost like standing next to a train for a second. Wayan offered to take our photo but honestly, I just wanted to watch local kids laughing as they tried to balance on rocks.

After that rush of water and noise, the Gunung Kawi Sebatu temple felt like another world—quiet except for the soft splash of koi in those clear pools. They gave us sarongs at the entrance (mine kept slipping), and Wayan explained how people come here for blessings. He pointed out carvings I’d have missed—tiny faces half-hidden by moss. The incense made everything smell faintly sweet and smoky. A woman in a bright sash smiled at us when we passed; I tried saying “terima kasih” but probably mangled it.

Lunch was up above the jungle, with cicadas buzzing and something frying in coconut oil drifting from the kitchen. We watched people swinging out over the trees—some screamed, some just closed their eyes. My turn came and my heart thumped so loud I thought everyone could hear it. It’s hard to explain what you see from up there—rice paddies folding out in green waves all around Ubud, little scarecrows flapping in the wind. I still think about that view sometimes when things get noisy back home.

The last stop was Tegalalang Rice Terrace—a patchwork of green steps cut into the hillside. Sunlight caught on water channels between rows of rice plants. Local farmers waved as we passed; one had a radio clipped to his belt playing gamelan music crackling through static. We didn’t rush—just followed narrow paths until my shoes were caked with red earth.