Another week, another medley of adventure. Eeee, getting better at this blog malarkey, eh?
Well, we come bearing tales of Java, a larger island to the west of Bali. We had been warned of the Javanese people…how they were bad and ‘of different decent’ to the Balinese. Cynical as I was, once that many people tell you to ‘be careful’, you really think may have to…but then again, people say that about the Welsh (no offence, Jeff), and they are actually alright. For you see, Bali is predominately Hindu, whereas good ol’ Java is mainly Muslim. Basic racism slowly becomes apparent. Everyone here (as I suspected) as lovely and simply as inquisitive and friendly as those in Bali – it is just many women wear headscarf’s, whereas in Bali, there were offerings of flowers in bamboo leaf bowls scattered all over the show in Bali. It is true, Bali was perhaps a bit more magical with its impromptu temples sprouting out everywhere (even being converted into tourist accommodation), but there aren’t any stray dogs desperately trying to inflict rabies on us in Java. Just the call to prayer at 4.30am.
Prodolingo – a day there was interesting. Waiting for the night bus to Jogjakarta, we went for an explore around this little town in East Java – and we experienced what it may well be like to be minor celebrities! Quietly, entering into the town square, we see some sort of Scout event with several schools standing to attention whilst the local governor gave a particularly stern sounding speech (local and general elections are coming up in Indonesia next month). But, slowly, we became the centre of attention for about 40 or more children (difficult to discern whilst teetering on a kerb), and slowly, they surrounded and pounced. Hundreds of beady eyes came ever closer, then ‘click, click, click’ of cameras began…cute but relentless, to say the least! Felt a bit weird having so many people staring at you…and then they all got load and excited, so Klo, Sami and I were escorted out of the park!!
Then to Yogya – the cultural heart of Java, according to the bible (Lonely Planet, obviously). Four days to play and investigate the famous temples around and about. But Sami began to feel somewhat under the weather. Being the good friends we are, Klo and I recommended a day in bed for Sami and a day out on a bejak (bicycle powered carriage – poor bloke) around the city for us. We saw a puppet maker, cruised about the city and saw batik, the local print of Indonesia where wax is placed on the fabric, thus protecting the pattern from the dye it is then dipped into, viewed the government exhibition of student art from across Indonesia, and treated ourselves to a piece of batik artwork – mine pictures Rama and Sinta, the Indonesian equivalent of Romeo and Juliet, but a tale of a Hindu decent, as opposed to the Bard. Then munched on the fine foods of a street vendor with some people we had picked up on the way….and ate the most delicious deep fried doughnut thingy, ever! Yum!
Alas, on our return, the Sami-Salts was looking to hot. Turns out, flowing an injection in the arse and a thorough going-over by the doctor, that she had Gastroenteritis. Poor sod. Must have been that cheese sandwich! Haha. A course of anti-biotics and tedium was prescribed. Next day, I went to Prambanana, a massive Hindu temple top the east of Yogya. Got the public bus with the locals (3000RP – about 20p) for an hour bus out to the temples. And they were stunning. Amazing to just potter about and absorb the atmosphere of such striking architecture. And I looked like a hippy with fisherman trousers, white cotton top (think Enrique Iglesias), beads and bangles. Groovy baby.
Sunday. Sami is feeling significantly better, s a trip out to Yogya palace to see a classical dance was on the cards. And we were accosted by several members of the public for a photo with them (more celebrity moments – they begin to grate after a while). Then a water castle, purchasing of leather bags, getting my nose pierced and some ice-cream from McDonalds (it cannot be helped after a while. Only my second one, mind!). Lovely times and lovely day.
Last day in Yogya today and we went out to Borobudur temple – the Buddhist temple that has been acknowledged as a World Heritage site, and built around 650-850 AD. Massively impressive and beautiful….see what Cambodia has to challenge it!! Got chatting to a female monk whilst knocking about the symbolic nirvana point and she is one of 6 Buddhist monks in Thailand, and there are only 2 in Indonesia! She is leading the monk revolution for more lady monks! Hurrah! Hehehe. The Ozzie guy was obviously just taking his trip to the temple a bit serious – he donned an orange robe and EVERYTHING! Hahahaha – good one Klo, he has actually been a monk for 14 years! Hahahahahahaha.
Off to Jakarta now…then Singapore on Wednesday! WE LOVE INDONESIA. Although I could kill for a bowl of cereal.
Monday 26 May 2008
Wednesday 21 May 2008
Scuba, cycling, dancing, trekking - action kids
Hey, hey, hey!
Another attempt at uploading photos onto Facebook, another blog. Works beautifully.
Alors, been In Indonesia for 2 weeks now and we LOVE IT! Arrived at Sanur (South-East coast of Bali), to catch the notorious boat across to the little island of Nusa Lambongan. Alas, we had missed the early morning public boat so we thought we would sit tight in Sanur for a day in the sun...and it so happened to be a massive public holiday! Hundreds upon hundreds of Balinese descended upon the beach. Oblivious whilst armed with iPod and novels, we slowing began to realise we were in fact the only white ladies on the beach amongst a sea of locals. COMEDY! Must admit, we were the subject of a few gazes! So, highly conspicuous, we nabbed ourselves some local delicacies, including grilled corn on the cob, spring rolls with peanut sauce and a strange bowl of chicken balls and noodle soup. Interesting to say the least.
Early the next morn, we set sail on the public boat to Nusa Lambongan, scuba diving and er....well, not much else. The blinking place didn't even have an ATM so we had to make our Rupiah last! Pineapple for brekkie?? And the diving was SPECTACULAR. Despite the fact our dive instructor was a bit miserable, we had fun....although Klo and Sami weren't instilled with massive amounts of confidence before sitting their PADI Openwater test...at least there were cute puppies to keep them entertained. I am now apparently 'Advanced'. Ha. Hmm. Did an amazing 27/8m dive (anything more than 18m down is classed as a deep dive)...and we saw a turtle. Elegant and graceful. Brilliant. But that is not to undermine the magical, underwater world, laced with traffic of thousands of fish. Scribbled filefish, Crosshatch triggerfish, Blacktipped soldierfish, Imperial Angelfish, to name but a minute few. The corals were rich and varied, and on the last couple of dives we went down a 'wall'. Basically, like a mountain side, but that drops down deep into the ocean and is composed of corals, big and small, red and pink and orange, all interlaced with rainbows of fish and marine life. Also did a 'drift dive' along this stretch - a dive which you basically let the current pull you along - and we ended up 1.5km from where we started in 30mins!! Crazzzeee.
I also took myself on a little bicycle ride around the island as the other beauties lay asleep in our hut. Observed the seaweed farmers, women weaving palm leaves for the offerings that are made everyday, the bamboo catamarans that line the shore and the intricate architecture of the temples. Tired after though - blinkin' hilly!
After all this hard work and with a distinct lack of cash...we ventured out with our new friends, Jack, Celena and Co. and got on the Bintang beer. Well, we had 1 and 1/2 between us. But, wait...2 truely bogan Ozzie boys came to save the day and subsequently shouted all our Bintangs and we were away! I think Sami even got a free egg toastie. FREE STUFF! hahahahahaha
Didn't make the boat journey any the better at 8 the next morn (which, of course, we nearly missed). The make home to Kuta, then land of party and plenty. And I hibernated in preparatino for the night. All day in fact. A bought of Bali Belly, no less. Shh. Didn't happen to me. The on the lash that night (again) with money (a bit) and met with our Lambongan buddies...and threw ourselves in the pool at the club as the local cool kids looked on. Soggy, soggy, soggy! And filled up with Arak Attack (the local spirit...yummy).
Then up again. Early. Hungover.
And in a bus to Ubud - the cultural capital of Bali. And home to some rather striking jewellery too!! As we pottered around the market, a rather attractive looking Australian chap came over to us and asked how long we had been in Bali, and if we would like to appear on an Ozzie holiday program. Ha - sweaty, just about escaping the clutches of hangover and dazed by the sparkly things before us, I managed to blag that we possessed some form of knowledge about Bali and about bartering. Think it work. Emma and Laura - keep an eye out for our TV debut (well not mine. But enough said about that). Markets, shops, art galleries, wood carvings, chilling out, walking long walks around Ubud and the surrounding villages (well, for me. It rained and no-one else wanted to come), seeing the Elephant caves, eating really good Nasi Gerang and generally having a lovely time. Said good-bye to our chums, Harry and Rach (who we shall be reunited with in Singapore) and off to Java were we.
Arrived in Bondowoso yesterday and set off at 5am this very morning to hike up Kawah Ijen. An active volcano with a sulphur lake in its cone which glowed turquoise in the sunlight...when the clouds of sulphur were blown away from us. Cough Cough. That is, once we finally got to the top...a member of our party claimed to have Bali belly, but maybe she was just slower than the rest of us....I blame the apple. It was so crazy watching miners carrying 70kg (mum - that is over 3times the weight of my backpack) of solidified sulphur up out of the volcano crater and then all the 3km down the side of the mountain. Phew. We were tired just carrying ourselves! Amazing thing to see though - not so great to inhale. The our lovely guide decided to take us to the local University. Hmm. A bit like a run-down comprehensive with about a total of 50 books in the library. But what they lacked in equipment, the teenagers made-up for in staring and giggling. Hmm. Think Sam the Guide felt quite the pimp. At least he bought our dinner.
Another attempt at uploading photos onto Facebook, another blog. Works beautifully.
Alors, been In Indonesia for 2 weeks now and we LOVE IT! Arrived at Sanur (South-East coast of Bali), to catch the notorious boat across to the little island of Nusa Lambongan. Alas, we had missed the early morning public boat so we thought we would sit tight in Sanur for a day in the sun...and it so happened to be a massive public holiday! Hundreds upon hundreds of Balinese descended upon the beach. Oblivious whilst armed with iPod and novels, we slowing began to realise we were in fact the only white ladies on the beach amongst a sea of locals. COMEDY! Must admit, we were the subject of a few gazes! So, highly conspicuous, we nabbed ourselves some local delicacies, including grilled corn on the cob, spring rolls with peanut sauce and a strange bowl of chicken balls and noodle soup. Interesting to say the least.
Early the next morn, we set sail on the public boat to Nusa Lambongan, scuba diving and er....well, not much else. The blinking place didn't even have an ATM so we had to make our Rupiah last! Pineapple for brekkie?? And the diving was SPECTACULAR. Despite the fact our dive instructor was a bit miserable, we had fun....although Klo and Sami weren't instilled with massive amounts of confidence before sitting their PADI Openwater test...at least there were cute puppies to keep them entertained. I am now apparently 'Advanced'. Ha. Hmm. Did an amazing 27/8m dive (anything more than 18m down is classed as a deep dive)...and we saw a turtle. Elegant and graceful. Brilliant. But that is not to undermine the magical, underwater world, laced with traffic of thousands of fish. Scribbled filefish, Crosshatch triggerfish, Blacktipped soldierfish, Imperial Angelfish, to name but a minute few. The corals were rich and varied, and on the last couple of dives we went down a 'wall'. Basically, like a mountain side, but that drops down deep into the ocean and is composed of corals, big and small, red and pink and orange, all interlaced with rainbows of fish and marine life. Also did a 'drift dive' along this stretch - a dive which you basically let the current pull you along - and we ended up 1.5km from where we started in 30mins!! Crazzzeee.
I also took myself on a little bicycle ride around the island as the other beauties lay asleep in our hut. Observed the seaweed farmers, women weaving palm leaves for the offerings that are made everyday, the bamboo catamarans that line the shore and the intricate architecture of the temples. Tired after though - blinkin' hilly!
After all this hard work and with a distinct lack of cash...we ventured out with our new friends, Jack, Celena and Co. and got on the Bintang beer. Well, we had 1 and 1/2 between us. But, wait...2 truely bogan Ozzie boys came to save the day and subsequently shouted all our Bintangs and we were away! I think Sami even got a free egg toastie. FREE STUFF! hahahahahaha
Didn't make the boat journey any the better at 8 the next morn (which, of course, we nearly missed). The make home to Kuta, then land of party and plenty. And I hibernated in preparatino for the night. All day in fact. A bought of Bali Belly, no less. Shh. Didn't happen to me. The on the lash that night (again) with money (a bit) and met with our Lambongan buddies...and threw ourselves in the pool at the club as the local cool kids looked on. Soggy, soggy, soggy! And filled up with Arak Attack (the local spirit...yummy).
Then up again. Early. Hungover.
And in a bus to Ubud - the cultural capital of Bali. And home to some rather striking jewellery too!! As we pottered around the market, a rather attractive looking Australian chap came over to us and asked how long we had been in Bali, and if we would like to appear on an Ozzie holiday program. Ha - sweaty, just about escaping the clutches of hangover and dazed by the sparkly things before us, I managed to blag that we possessed some form of knowledge about Bali and about bartering. Think it work. Emma and Laura - keep an eye out for our TV debut (well not mine. But enough said about that). Markets, shops, art galleries, wood carvings, chilling out, walking long walks around Ubud and the surrounding villages (well, for me. It rained and no-one else wanted to come), seeing the Elephant caves, eating really good Nasi Gerang and generally having a lovely time. Said good-bye to our chums, Harry and Rach (who we shall be reunited with in Singapore) and off to Java were we.
Arrived in Bondowoso yesterday and set off at 5am this very morning to hike up Kawah Ijen. An active volcano with a sulphur lake in its cone which glowed turquoise in the sunlight...when the clouds of sulphur were blown away from us. Cough Cough. That is, once we finally got to the top...a member of our party claimed to have Bali belly, but maybe she was just slower than the rest of us....I blame the apple. It was so crazy watching miners carrying 70kg (mum - that is over 3times the weight of my backpack) of solidified sulphur up out of the volcano crater and then all the 3km down the side of the mountain. Phew. We were tired just carrying ourselves! Amazing thing to see though - not so great to inhale. The our lovely guide decided to take us to the local University. Hmm. A bit like a run-down comprehensive with about a total of 50 books in the library. But what they lacked in equipment, the teenagers made-up for in staring and giggling. Hmm. Think Sam the Guide felt quite the pimp. At least he bought our dinner.
Sunday 11 May 2008
From Brisbane to Bali....One month in
A month. A month has passed by in a snap. Bish bash bosh - done. Bloomin' mental, to be sure, to be sure.
Yippers - and what we have managed to see and do in that time!!
Well, got out little white asses into Brisbane airport on Thursday 18th April...to be greeted by little critters in pyjamas and red wigs that go by the name of Emmbob and Klobo! Hurrah! The team was reunited, with Walshy coming up the rear in her tank of a motor - on off to Mountain Tambourine for us (yes - a really place. No, didn't actually see a tambourine in action, except at a party). This is where the Drennan tribe reside...up at the blummin' top off a big mountain just near Coolangatta - this is all on the Gold Coast. And we SLEPT. My god...I slept real good after our 48 hour awake-a-thon!
Not wanting to waste a second, the us keen beans, Klo, Sami and I were off on the train back to Brisbane in order to get ourselves a nice little campervan. Lo and behold - 'Queenie'. An exquisite specimen of a van, adorned with Freddy and Co., with "I want to break free" splashed across the backdoor. Yes, we were on the great open road looking like a bunch of over zealous groupies who where still stuck in the 80s with our fluffy handcuffs a-dangling from the rear-view mirror.
After a somewhat random birthday party up at the mountain (theme -Draculas. Month - April). Successfully making small children cry by looking extremely deaded (yummy slit throats and herbal essences maketh one paranoid), we hit the road. We kidnapped Emma from 'The English Pub' and took her away on our road trip North. We crashed over at Shorncliffe (random village with a nice jetty) and then played a few days in Noosa - some 'yuppie' beach resort. Hmm...we didnt really do it yuppie style, since we crashed a hostel, got drunken on the notorious Goon (boxes of wine that are apparently 'made with the assistance of fish, eggs and nuts), got free drinks for weird golfing chappies and Simpoly Red (Mick was behind the bar), jumped into the swimming pool at 2 in the morn, and then staying in a room for free....well...we couldn't get a key so we blagged one off the manager! hurrah! Nice clean showers in the morning. Yummy. After all, there is now shower or toilet in Queenie the campervan!
Further north we went, up through to Tin Can Bay, Rainbow beach and Inskip point which was beautiful (Sunshine Coast), then back down south through Eumundi to see the famous markets (and filled up on the free food samples) to be back in Brisbane to make it to Straddy island for some camping shenanigans with Laura and her Ozzie boyfriend's buddies (Laura has been in Oz for 8 months...to return to England....????). Drunken times, surfing attempts and cooking curry were all part of the fun and games...including doing beer and Goon bongs (funnels). We also cruised around the island with 4 ladies in the back (illegally) and went to a fresh water lake. 'Hmm, think that we may need some more water," I observe. Sami retorts, "but Flynn, this is a fresh water lake! We should be fine." "Ahh", I respond, "Perhaps. But I think what they mean is that the water isn't salty. Not Evian." (This being one of the many classic Sami-isms.hehehehe).
Then we had to say bye-bye to Emma and Laura. Friends of mine since I was 7 years old - best friends in fact. And now they are having lovely lives in Ozzieland on the Gold Coast. MISS YOU GIRLIES!!!!!!!!!!
And then there were 3.
So, tis time to head South on our road trip to Sydney. We hit the zoo...and fed Kangaroos and held koalas!! On the way we cruised through Byron Bay, Lennox Head, cooked a stew in Yamaba (in the dark next to a forest. I am sure Dingos were close by!!), cleaned our teeth in a McDonalds, posed with the Big Banana in Coffs Harbour (yes, a giant Banana. Apparently 'big things' are now forms of artistic expression in Oz. Hmm. A fine statement), then got our asses to Newcastle. Yes. Newcastle - but not as you know it. Waking to a beautiful morn, a nice chap called Bob offered us a shower in his house. I don't think there was any cameras in the bathroom, but hey, might be on U-Tube as we speak. Don't bother looking..pervert. haha
Then we party party party timed in Newcastle City with some friends Rosie, Laura and Lisa made this time last year - Carina and her boyf which was ACE having a bed and shower and things....even if the pace was saturated with BOGANS!!! (OZZIE term for chavvie rough types...hahaha). But, before hitting the clubs we watched a pack of fine young gentleman doing some excellent squats and stretches by the waterside (absolutely bloody hilarious seeing 20 blocks swinging their hips and rolling about on the floor in unison!!). Yet, our boisterous cries caused us to be chastised by some older chaps, one of whom went by the name of Popeye, telling us to not put them off as they had a 'big game tomorrow.' "Oh, really?" we exclaimed! And then proceeded to blag free tickets to the Titans vs Newcastle Knights. Hurrah! Popeye sorted us right out!! TOOT TOOT!!! Made Friends with a bar manager so he shouted us vodka all night (yes, another night with only $5!! Queens of blag and FREE STUFF!!). however, whilst excessively hungover on Sunday, the pet doggie, Rockey, insisted on showing us his lipstick, as his lovely medic owner gave us graphic details of post-pregnancy rips, tears and GAPING HOLES. NICE. All a bit too vivid for our sensitive constitutions...so off we went to Sydney. Much more civilised.
However, after having our super duper healthy fish salad, we were convinced onto a 'party bus' after necking some red wine (my god...out of a bottle too!! How deep is it Sami??) and managed to get successfully WASTEDfor free. We actually had the cheek to only go out with $2 in our wallets. hhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa. I love being a girl. Unlucky boys!! A funny and surprising night. teehee.
Then, after minimal sleepage, nearly puckage and more free stuff (thanks for the free lift to the airport, Isabel!) we were on our way to Bali.
And here I am. 5 days in Bali and we have successfully fully indulged in the Indonesian culture. We have had a juicy Big Mac, a deep pan pizza courtesy of Pizza Hut (complete with free ice-cream. Hint - sing happy birthday for a member of your party. Obviously it is not their birthday. This results in a range of delightful consequences, including instantaneous creation of blow-up poodles and head wear, ice-cream and rounds of applause and kisses from the locals. Ever so friendly).
However, to compensate, we saw an amazing Balinese dance at Ula Wata (Sun Dance), nearly got mugged by the temple monkeys, chomped on Barracuda, red snapper and king prawns on the beach in Terumin Bay (i think) and have only eaten Bali food today. YUM. AND IT IS SOOOO CHEAP. Had a manicure and massage for 2quid each. Lovely times. Off to another little island for scuba scuba tomorrow.
Crikey. I very much doubt you made it to the bottom of this, but if you did, well done. You have cost me a bloody fortune!! (Well, at least one meal. hehehe).
Signing off.....
Yippers - and what we have managed to see and do in that time!!
Well, got out little white asses into Brisbane airport on Thursday 18th April...to be greeted by little critters in pyjamas and red wigs that go by the name of Emmbob and Klobo! Hurrah! The team was reunited, with Walshy coming up the rear in her tank of a motor - on off to Mountain Tambourine for us (yes - a really place. No, didn't actually see a tambourine in action, except at a party). This is where the Drennan tribe reside...up at the blummin' top off a big mountain just near Coolangatta - this is all on the Gold Coast. And we SLEPT. My god...I slept real good after our 48 hour awake-a-thon!
Not wanting to waste a second, the us keen beans, Klo, Sami and I were off on the train back to Brisbane in order to get ourselves a nice little campervan. Lo and behold - 'Queenie'. An exquisite specimen of a van, adorned with Freddy and Co., with "I want to break free" splashed across the backdoor. Yes, we were on the great open road looking like a bunch of over zealous groupies who where still stuck in the 80s with our fluffy handcuffs a-dangling from the rear-view mirror.
After a somewhat random birthday party up at the mountain (theme -Draculas. Month - April). Successfully making small children cry by looking extremely deaded (yummy slit throats and herbal essences maketh one paranoid), we hit the road. We kidnapped Emma from 'The English Pub' and took her away on our road trip North. We crashed over at Shorncliffe (random village with a nice jetty) and then played a few days in Noosa - some 'yuppie' beach resort. Hmm...we didnt really do it yuppie style, since we crashed a hostel, got drunken on the notorious Goon (boxes of wine that are apparently 'made with the assistance of fish, eggs and nuts), got free drinks for weird golfing chappies and Simpoly Red (Mick was behind the bar), jumped into the swimming pool at 2 in the morn, and then staying in a room for free....well...we couldn't get a key so we blagged one off the manager! hurrah! Nice clean showers in the morning. Yummy. After all, there is now shower or toilet in Queenie the campervan!
Further north we went, up through to Tin Can Bay, Rainbow beach and Inskip point which was beautiful (Sunshine Coast), then back down south through Eumundi to see the famous markets (and filled up on the free food samples) to be back in Brisbane to make it to Straddy island for some camping shenanigans with Laura and her Ozzie boyfriend's buddies (Laura has been in Oz for 8 months...to return to England....????). Drunken times, surfing attempts and cooking curry were all part of the fun and games...including doing beer and Goon bongs (funnels). We also cruised around the island with 4 ladies in the back (illegally) and went to a fresh water lake. 'Hmm, think that we may need some more water," I observe. Sami retorts, "but Flynn, this is a fresh water lake! We should be fine." "Ahh", I respond, "Perhaps. But I think what they mean is that the water isn't salty. Not Evian." (This being one of the many classic Sami-isms.hehehehe).
Then we had to say bye-bye to Emma and Laura. Friends of mine since I was 7 years old - best friends in fact. And now they are having lovely lives in Ozzieland on the Gold Coast. MISS YOU GIRLIES!!!!!!!!!!
And then there were 3.
So, tis time to head South on our road trip to Sydney. We hit the zoo...and fed Kangaroos and held koalas!! On the way we cruised through Byron Bay, Lennox Head, cooked a stew in Yamaba (in the dark next to a forest. I am sure Dingos were close by!!), cleaned our teeth in a McDonalds, posed with the Big Banana in Coffs Harbour (yes, a giant Banana. Apparently 'big things' are now forms of artistic expression in Oz. Hmm. A fine statement), then got our asses to Newcastle. Yes. Newcastle - but not as you know it. Waking to a beautiful morn, a nice chap called Bob offered us a shower in his house. I don't think there was any cameras in the bathroom, but hey, might be on U-Tube as we speak. Don't bother looking..pervert. haha
Then we party party party timed in Newcastle City with some friends Rosie, Laura and Lisa made this time last year - Carina and her boyf which was ACE having a bed and shower and things....even if the pace was saturated with BOGANS!!! (OZZIE term for chavvie rough types...hahaha). But, before hitting the clubs we watched a pack of fine young gentleman doing some excellent squats and stretches by the waterside (absolutely bloody hilarious seeing 20 blocks swinging their hips and rolling about on the floor in unison!!). Yet, our boisterous cries caused us to be chastised by some older chaps, one of whom went by the name of Popeye, telling us to not put them off as they had a 'big game tomorrow.' "Oh, really?" we exclaimed! And then proceeded to blag free tickets to the Titans vs Newcastle Knights. Hurrah! Popeye sorted us right out!! TOOT TOOT!!! Made Friends with a bar manager so he shouted us vodka all night (yes, another night with only $5!! Queens of blag and FREE STUFF!!). however, whilst excessively hungover on Sunday, the pet doggie, Rockey, insisted on showing us his lipstick, as his lovely medic owner gave us graphic details of post-pregnancy rips, tears and GAPING HOLES. NICE. All a bit too vivid for our sensitive constitutions...so off we went to Sydney. Much more civilised.
However, after having our super duper healthy fish salad, we were convinced onto a 'party bus' after necking some red wine (my god...out of a bottle too!! How deep is it Sami??) and managed to get successfully WASTED
Then, after minimal sleepage, nearly puckage and more free stuff (thanks for the free lift to the airport, Isabel!) we were on our way to Bali.
And here I am. 5 days in Bali and we have successfully fully indulged in the Indonesian culture. We have had a juicy Big Mac, a deep pan pizza courtesy of Pizza Hut (complete with free ice-cream. Hint - sing happy birthday for a member of your party. Obviously it is not their birthday. This results in a range of delightful consequences, including instantaneous creation of blow-up poodles and head wear, ice-cream and rounds of applause and kisses from the locals. Ever so friendly).
However, to compensate, we saw an amazing Balinese dance at Ula Wata (Sun Dance), nearly got mugged by the temple monkeys, chomped on Barracuda, red snapper and king prawns on the beach in Terumin Bay (i think) and have only eaten Bali food today. YUM. AND IT IS SOOOO CHEAP. Had a manicure and massage for 2quid each. Lovely times. Off to another little island for scuba scuba tomorrow.
Crikey. I very much doubt you made it to the bottom of this, but if you did, well done. You have cost me a bloody fortune!! (Well, at least one meal. hehehe).
Signing off.....
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