Hey all,
When we last left you, we were headed back to the Kuta/Legian beach area of Bali to do some last minute surfing. It was sad to say bye to Gili T. but we hoped on a fast boat, and enjoyed a rip on the ocean with the wind in our faces as we made our way to Bali. A sweaty, crammed Bemo ride after, and we had found our way to our hotel, perhaps more in the Kuta area than last time.
Our patience was a bit fried, with the heat and travel. The noise also was rough. Gili T has no motorized vehicles, and it’s a magical concept. Back in the busy streets, the noise was very mentally disruptive.
This first day back we chilled, and then met up with our friends from Gili, Lucie, Nicolas, and Chehab for dinner. We had a nice quiet evening, but I was still tired of the booze from my big outing, so turned in quite early.
The next day, we hit the beach, and the surf boards again. Julie was again, looking like her skills were ramping up, and managed to drop a bit more skillfully into a few waves. I took this time to move my body around, and took a 7 km barefoot run on the beach. Exercise keeps my head clear of demons, so it felt good to get it done.
That evening we headed to the beast, club/restaurant in Kuta, Sky Garden. Kuta is basically a bit of tourist hell, and Sky Garden is the belly of the beast. Every three buildings you have a surf shop, a massage place, and a restaurant. In between you have guys offering viagra, cialis, weed, mushrooms, valium etc. I felt like if one more person offered me stuff I was gunna stab my ears out with hot knives!
But, a night out in Kuta is a quintessential thing to do, so we did. It actually was a fun time, the massive 4 story club has many different rooms of music, and we found some really solid deep house. Too many drinks later, I made my way back my room. Now the late night street dwellers stopped pushing drugs, and started pushing girls. Every block my hand was grabbed, asking if I want a girl, and finally as I reached my hotel, a tranny hooker ran up, grabbed my junk, and wouldn’t let it go for about 30 seconds. I laughed, and kindly asked her to remove herself from my body, and finally managed to wiggle myself free. A strange experience I dare say.
I slept off the booze, and the next day we headed to the hopefully more peaceful town of Ubud. Julie had queued up a yoga retreat here, I planned on a few classes, so here we will round out her leg of the trip in this little town in central Bali!
Till then. Transport? Cialis boss? Valium boss?