The Gateway to Komodo: Exploring Labuan Bajo’s Charm

I never thought a tiny fishing town would steal my heart. But there I was, perched on a plastic chair at Paradise Bar, nursing a Bintang as the sun melted into Labuan Bajo’s harbor. Three days into what was supposed to be a quick stopover, I found myself canceling my flight to Bali. Something about this dusty little port town had gotten under my skin.

Falling for Labuan Bajo: More Than Just a Stopover

“It’s just where you catch boats to see the dragons,” my seatmate on the flight from Bali had said with a dismissive wave. And honestly? I believed him. As our plane descended toward the single-strip airport, all I could see was a jumble of tin roofs, a curved bay dotted with boats, and hills that seemed to roll endlessly into the distance. Nothing spectacular. Just a necessary evil before the main event: Komodo National Park.

But first impressions can be deceiving. I remember stumbling out of the airport, sweaty and disoriented, into a crowd of taxi drivers. One guy—Pak Made—caught my eye, probably because he wasn’t shouting prices at me like the others. “Where you go, boss?” he asked, and when I mentioned my hostel, he just nodded and quoted a price that seemed reasonable enough. I’d later learn I’d paid about double the local rate, but hey, live and learn.

The drive into town was my first clue that Labuan Bajo might be more than a dragon-viewing waystation. We rounded a bend, and suddenly the harbor opened up before us—dozens of wooden pinisi boats with their distinctive curved prows, the water shifting between deep blue and turquoise, and islands rising like green teeth from the sea. I actually said “whoa” out loud, which made Pak Made chuckle.

“First time Labuan Bajo?” he asked, clearly knowing the answer.

“Is it that obvious?” I laughed.

“Everyone make same face,” he replied, mimicking my wide-eyed expression.

That evening, wandering along the waterfront, I felt the strange contradiction of the place. It was undeniably gearing up for tourism—dive shops every few meters, “KOMODO TOUR” signs plastered everywhere, Western food on most menus—but it hadn’t quite lost its fishing village soul. Old men mended nets beside fancy catamaran tour boats. The smell of grilled fish and sambal mixed with sunscreen and beer.

I thought about that Bali-Flores flight connection. So many travelers make this journey with tunnel vision, seeing Labuan Bajo as nothing but a gateway. I almost fell into that trap myself. But sometimes the doorway is as interesting as what lies beyond it.

The Heart of Labuan Bajo: A Town of Contrasts

Morning in Labuan Bajo hits you like a splash of cold water. By 6 AM, the town is already humming—fishermen hauling in their morning catch, tour guides rounding up sleepy backpackers, street vendors setting up for the day. I’m not naturally a morning person (understatement of the century), but there’s something about this place that had me up with the sun.

The main drag, Jl. Soekarno Hatta, is where most of the action happens. It’s a chaotic, single-lane affair that somehow accommodates two-way traffic, parked scooters, pedestrians, and the occasional goat. My first attempt to walk its length took twice as long as it should have because I kept stopping—first for a coffee from a roadside cart (15,000 rupiah and strong enough to grow hair on your chest), then to watch a group of kids playing some kind of complicated game with rubber bands, then again when I spotted a tiny warung serving what looked like the best nasi goreng in existence.

I wasn’t wrong about the nasi goreng, by the way. The lady who ran the place—I never caught her name—couldn’t have been more than four and a half feet tall, but she wielded her wok like a weapon. When I tried to compliment her cooking in my pathetic attempt at Bahasa Indonesia, she just cackled and heaped another spoonful onto my plate. “Makan, makan!” Eat, eat!

The Waterfront Magic

The harbor area feels like the town’s living room—it’s where everyone eventually ends up. During the day, it’s all business. Tour operators hustle for customers, boats come and go in a steady stream, and divers waddle around in half-donned wetsuits. Come evening, though, the vibe shifts entirely.

The first time I wandered down to the waterfront at sunset, I was just looking for a place to grab dinner. What I found instead was an impromptu community gathering. Locals and tourists alike had claimed spots along the seawall, dangling their legs over the edge as the sky performed its nightly color show. Street food vendors had set up strategic positions, sending the irresistible scent of grilled corn and satay into the air.

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I ended up sitting next to an older local man who was fishing with what looked like just a piece of string wrapped around a plastic bottle. We didn’t share enough language to have a proper conversation, but he showed me his technique with patient gestures, and when he caught a tiny silver fish, his triumphant grin needed no translation.

The waterfront restaurants are, predictably, more expensive than those even a block inland. I made that rookie mistake the first night, dropping 200,000 rupiah on a decent but not life-changing grilled fish. The next evening, I wandered just two streets back and found a local joint where the same meal cost less than half that. Although, to be fair, the expensive place did have those Instagram-worthy sunset views… and sometimes that’s worth the markup. (Did I just defend tourist pricing? Who am I becoming?)

Hidden Corners

The real charm of Labuan Bajo, though, lies in its backstreets. Once you peel yourself away from the waterfront tourist bubble, the town reveals its true character.

On my third day, I got completely turned around trying to find a laundromat someone had recommended. Instead of the clean clothes I was hoping for, I stumbled upon a tiny local market where it seemed like no tourist had ever set foot. Women sat on tarps spread with pyramids of chilis, bundles of greens I didn’t recognize, and fruit arranged in precarious towers. One lady beckoned me over and pressed something into my hand—a small, yellow fruit with a leathery skin.

“Eat?” I asked, mimicking the motion.

She nodded enthusiastically, then made a peeling gesture. It turned out to be salak, or snake fruit, so named for its scaly skin. The flesh inside was sweet and tangy, with a texture like firm apple. As I stood there enjoying this unexpected snack, I realized I was getting curious stares from everyone around me. Not hostile, just… puzzled. Like finding a penguin in your living room.

These little moments—the ones you can’t plan for—are what make a place stick with you. Later that same day, I took a wrong turn again (sensing a pattern here?) and ended up in a residential area where a group of kids were playing soccer with a ball that had seen better days. When they spotted me, the game paused momentarily before one boy yelled something that must have been “Want to play?” because they all looked at me expectantly.

Despite wearing flip-flops and having the athletic ability of a sloth, I couldn’t say no to those faces. Twenty minutes later, sweaty and laughing, I had made five new friends and confirmed my total lack of soccer skills. One boy, about ten years old, patted me consolingly on the arm afterward. “Mister, you not good,” he said in careful English, then broke into a huge grin. “But okay!”

Gateway to Adventure: Planning My Komodo Escape

Let’s be real—as charming as Labuan Bajo is, those dragons were calling my name. Planning a trip to Komodo National Park from town is both ridiculously easy (everyone’s selling tours) and surprisingly complicated (deciding which option is best).

My hostel dorm quickly became Dragon Tour Headquarters as four of us—me, a French couple who somehow traveled with only one tiny backpack between them, and a German photographer with equipment worth more than my car back home—spread brochures across our beds and debated options.

The basic choice boils down to this: day trip or liveaboard? Day trips are cheaper (starting around 700,000 rupiah when I visited) but rushed. You’ll see the dragons on Rinca or Komodo Island, maybe stop at Pink Beach if you’re lucky, and then race back to Labuan Bajo before dark. Liveaboards, where you sleep on the boat, start at about 2 million rupiah for a basic 2-day/1-night trip and go up to “do I really need a kidney?” territory for the luxury options.

I was leaning toward a day trip (budget traveling and all that), but the German—Klaus—convinced me otherwise. “The magic happens at sunrise and sunset,” he insisted. “Day trippers miss everything good.” The French couple nodded sagely, though I suspected they would’ve agreed with anything that sounded romantic.

So I found myself at Labuan Bajo harbor at 7 AM, boarding a wooden boat that would be home for the next two days. I’d booked through a company that my hostel recommended, paying 2.5 million rupiah for a “standard” experience. Standard, it turned out, meant a thin mattress on the deck under the stars, basic but tasty Indonesian meals, and a crew that spoke just enough English to tell us when to get on and off the boat.

Was it the right choice? Absolutely. Though I did have a minor panic when I realized I’d forgotten to pack sunscreen and would be on a boat in equatorial sun for two days. (The French couple, naturally, had SPF 50 to spare. They probably had a tent and camping stove in that tiny backpack too.)

The tour itself was… well, that’s another story entirely. But I will say this: when our boat anchored in a quiet bay that first night, with nothing but stars above and bioluminescent plankton sparkling in the water below, I thought about all the day-trippers already back in their hotels, and felt like I’d stumbled upon a secret. Even if I did wake up with a gecko on my face.

One piece of advice if you’re planning your own trip: ask around. Don’t book the first tour you see. Prices and quality vary wildly, and the best recommendations come from other travelers who’ve just returned. The French couple had initially booked a luxury tour before canceling it after hearing horror stories from another traveler. “Three times the price doesn’t mean three times the experience,” the woman told me wisely.

Oh, and pack light but smart. I brought way too many clothes and not enough practical items. What you really need: sunscreen (obviously), a hat, swimwear, a light long-sleeve shirt (sun protection), a quick-dry towel, and a dry bag for your electronics. Everything else is just taking up space. Seriously, no one cares if you wear the same t-shirt three days in a row when you’re chasing dragons.

Beyond Komodo: Unexpected Gems Around Labuan Bajo

After the Komodo trip, I figured I’d seen the highlight of the region. Dragons, check. Pink beach, check. Spectacular island viewpoints, check. Time to move on, right?

Wrong. So wrong.

“You go Cunca Wulang?” asked the girl working at my hostel when I mentioned having an extra day before my flight. When I looked blank, she pulled out her phone and showed me photos of an emerald-green waterfall plunging into a crystal-clear pool. “Very beautiful. Not many tourists.”

She wasn’t kidding about the “not many tourists” part. Getting there involved hiring a scooter (60,000 rupiah for the day), navigating roads that sometimes disappeared into dirt tracks, and a 30-minute hike that had me questioning my life choices. The humidity was so thick it felt like breathing through a wet towel, and my shirt was soaked through within minutes.

But then—oh man—that waterfall. The photos hadn’t done it justice. Cunca Wulang cascades about 25 meters down a sheer rock face into a pool so clear you can count the pebbles at the bottom. When I arrived, sweaty and disheveled, there were exactly three other people there: a local guide and a middle-aged German couple who looked as stunned as I felt.

I spent two hours there, swimming in the cool water and sitting on sun-warmed rocks. At one point, the guide showed me how locals jump from different ledges along the falls. I made it up to the second-lowest jump point before my courage failed me. Heights and I have an understanding—I admire them from a distance.

Chasing Waterfalls (And Finding Much More)

The road to Cunca Wulang was an adventure in itself. I passed villages where kids ran alongside my scooter shouting “Hello mister!” and waving like I was a celebrity. An old woman selling fruit by the roadside flagged me down just to offer me a slice of watermelon, refusing payment with a dismissive hand wave.

About halfway there, I stopped at what looked like a small roadside warung for a drink. The family who ran it seemed surprised to see a foreigner, but the teenage daughter spoke some English and was eager to practice.

“You go to waterfall?” she asked as I sipped my Teh Botol.

When I nodded, she disappeared into the back and returned with her father, who unfolded a hand-drawn map on the table. He proceeded to show me a “better way” than the main path, complete with animated gestures for “turn here” and “watch out for slippery rocks.” His directions included landmarks like “big tree with red cloth” and “rock shaped like sleeping dog.” Surprisingly, I found every single one of them.

That detour led me through a section of forest where butterflies the size of my hand fluttered between shafts of sunlight. I’m not usually the type to get poetic about insects, but these were something else—electric blue wings that seemed to glow from within. I tried to take a photo, but they never stayed still long enough. Maybe some things aren’t meant to be captured.

On the way back from the waterfall, I took a different route, following a hand-painted sign for “Sunset Point.” It led to Bukit Amelia, a hilltop with panoramic views of Labuan Bajo and the islands beyond. I arrived too early for sunset, but the view was spectacular anyway—boats like toys in the harbor below, islands stretching to the horizon, and the town itself, surprisingly small from this vantage point.

I ended up sharing the hilltop with a local teenager who was there flying a homemade kite. He didn’t speak English, and my Bahasa was limited to “thank you” and “delicious,” but we managed a kind of conversation through gestures and expressions. He showed me how to control the kite when the wind changed, laughing good-naturedly when I nearly sent it diving into a tree.

As the sun began its descent, more people arrived—mostly locals coming to enjoy the end of the day. Someone started playing music from a phone, a few people brought out snacks to share, and I found myself part of an impromptu sunset gathering. No one made a big deal about it; this was just what they did. No entrance fee, no souvenir stands, no Instagram poses—just people appreciating a beautiful view together.

I think that moment, more than anything else, captures what makes the area around Labuan Bajo special. The dragons might bring you here, but it’s these unexpected, unplanned moments that make you want to stay.

The Real Labuan Bajo: Challenges and Charm in Equal Measure

I’d be doing you a disservice if I painted Labuan Bajo as some untouched paradise. It’s not. It’s dusty, sometimes chaotic, and definitely feeling the growing pains of rapid tourism development.

The trash situation, if I’m being honest, is concerning. While the main tourist areas are kept relatively clean, it doesn’t take much wandering to find plastic bottles and food wrappers accumulating in gutters and empty lots. One morning, I watched a group of schoolkids doing a beach cleanup, and felt a mixture of hope and sadness—hope that the younger generation cares, sadness that they have to deal with this problem at all.

The infrastructure struggles to keep up with growth. Power outages are common—my hostel lost electricity at least once a day, though they had a generator for the essentials. Internet access is spotty at best, which was actually refreshing for me but might be challenging if you need to work remotely. (I tried to upload photos one evening and ended up watching a progress bar move so slowly I swear it went backward at one point.)

And yes, there are touts. Especially near the harbor, you’ll be approached constantly with offers of tours, transport, and “special price just for you, my friend.” Most are harmless and take a polite “no, thank you” without issue, but it can get tiresome. I found that walking with purpose and avoiding eye contact works wonders, though it does mean missing out on some potentially interesting conversations.

The flip side of all this? Labuan Bajo still feels real. It hasn’t been sanitized and packaged for tourist consumption the way parts of Bali have. People are going about their lives, and tourism is just one part of a complex local economy that still includes fishing, agriculture, and trade.

Food is another bright spot. Beyond the tourist restaurants (which can be hit or miss), local warungs serve up incredible food at prices that made me double-check my conversion math. My favorite spot became a tiny place with no name that I could find, just a blue tarp roof and plastic tables set back from the main road. The nasi campur there—rice with small portions of various dishes—cost 25,000 rupiah (less than $2) and came with the best sambal I’ve ever tasted. The lady who ran it eventually started adding extra sambal to my plate without asking, having noticed how much I loved it.

Accommodation runs the gamut from basic hostels (I paid 100,000 rupiah per night for a dorm bed) to luxury resorts perched on hills overlooking the harbor. What they all seem to share is a laid-back approach to service—things happen when they happen, not necessarily when scheduled. My room wasn’t ready when I arrived, despite being past check-in time, but the staff seemed so genuinely apologetic and immediately offered me a cold drink that I couldn’t be annoyed.

Would I recommend Labuan Bajo? Absolutely. But I’d recommend it with caveats: Come with patience. Expect things to go wrong occasionally. Be prepared for heat, dust, and the occasional power outage. Bring a reusable water bottle and say no to plastic straws (small efforts, but they matter).

Most importantly, come with an open mind. If you arrive expecting five-star luxury and efficiency, you’ll be disappointed. If you come ready to embrace the imperfections along with the beauty, you’ll leave richer for the experience.

As I finally boarded my delayed flight out (of course it was delayed—this is Labuan Bajo, after all), I found myself already planning a return trip. Next time, I’d stay longer. Explore more waterfalls. Maybe learn enough Bahasa to have a real conversation with the nasi campur lady. Definitely bring more sunscreen.

Because that’s the thing about gateway towns—sometimes they end up being destinations in their own right. You just have to be willing to step through the door and look around.

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