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Published: July 16th 2007
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Bali wasn't on the list as we left home all those many moons ago but due to Quantas pulling a few strings to get us to Singapore when we needed to they offered to fly us to Bali for three days before Singapore for the price of a Wham bar, so we couldn't exactly refuse.
We had always spoke about Bali when planning the itinerary but due to a couple of unexpected firework displays going off in nightclubs we decided against the paranoia on the dancefloor. Well, how things change.
We were accompanied to Bali with Shona and Victoria (two geordie lasses we met on the Alice to Darwin trip) and also mad hatter irish bird Stacey who i met up the east coast on Fraser Island.
S and V had accomodation already sorted so we thought we'd stick as a group and hope there were vacancies when we arrived early hours of the morning.
Jesus, it turned out that hoping there was room at the inn was the least of our worries.
We all piled in a taxi outside arrivals and headed for the resort of Kuta where we would spend the three days we had.
There are no road rules out here, each and every man for himself i think the saying goes.
We were overtaking on blind corners and it was though the grill at the front of the taxi had a magnetic pull on any approaching traffic on the other side of the road.
Add on a few mopeds buzzing in every direction that a compass possesses and it was like a game of 'Out Run' on the computer...................but we only had one life!!!! I think we all wore the soles of our flip-flops out trying to press an imaginary brake pedal which just wasn't there.
Anyway, made it.
The good news is they had vacancies but the bad news was that it was probably cheaper for the honeymoon suite at the Savoy. Thank god we were only here a short while but to be honest, living like kings in a puka hotel room with a picturesque pool and puka food and a wide range of cocktails and.............................get the message, twas da b@llox!!!!
The first day was a write off, spent lazing by the pool in luxury and basically just chilling the hell out. The second day we done the
backpacker thing of exploring the resort; the main beach in Kuta was crazy, it's a famous surfing spot and the beach is lined with surfboards and bodyboards for rent and stretches as far as the eye can see.
One look at the waves though and that was pennies saved, we all decided that there ain't no way the 10ft waves was a good start of our surfing careers.
We trounced around the town for a bit but as soon as the gals started stopping at every item of clothing for sale along the street it was time to drop the one-liner of 'We'll meet you back at the hotel bar'!! Hate shopping with girls, if it's for me , no worries, 'selfish'....."correct"!!
We visited Ground Zero where the nightclub once stood which was a bit earie (how the hell do u spell that...earee earie ????). Certainly didn't put us in the mood for the evening which was our parting shot to the gals until we met up with them again in Thailand.
The bars are virtually dead because of obvious reasons but there is one main club which was pleasantly packed so we all got our groove on and experienced a few gold fish bowls. they are exactly how they sound, a gold fish bowl full with half the liquor shelf behind the barman. Certainly hit the spot!!
As the night grew older the group got smaller and all that were left when the decks died and the lights came on were me and V. We continued to swagger home which took a good 20mins of dodging kamakaze mopeds and the hotel gates were in sight. It took 20 mins though to figure out that the thought of a Big mac nestling in our bellies was just what the doctor ordered; and then our knight in shining armour appeared from out of the darkness with his 80cc honda and said "do u two need a lift" err yeh mate, but there's two of us and one of you so that makes three on a moped.......................u get the picture what happened next. Luckily V is on pint sized so i stuffed her in my pocket and off we went. Thank god the Fish bowls didn't wear off on the journey and we came to our senses because this ride wasn't for the faint hearted.
Still alive though and just for the record i woke up next to half the big mac so wasn't worth the hassle anyway.
So in a nutshell that was Bali done for ya.
Just a brief stopover but looks good on the shaded map at the homepage of this blog.
Three birds down and two studs remaining we jetted off to Singapore...........
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