In Reply to: Read Perthdodgys JBR posted by Maggs on Thursday, 21. April 2005 at 11:24 Bali Time:
This is copied and pasted from Perthdodgy.................
The bounty ship was having the foam party in the downstairs club section. We started off upstairs watching the band just quietly having a few Jamjars, just killing time (and braincells) till downstairs was due to start up at about 10pm. We even met up with a few familiar faces from our hotel there and got to know them as well. There must have been well over a dozen of us there if not more.
Before we even got downstairs, one of the guys from our hotel ripped his foot open in a nail in the edge of the dance floor. Time to go into nurse mode (previous occupation), but little was I to know how the evening would develop. [The gods do provide warnings if you are cluey enough to notice them]. As I was walking past I couldn't just leave him bleeding like a stuck pig, so I did the right thing and cleaned it up and patched it for him. He was convinced that it needed stitches and it was going to cost him a small fortune.Judging by the amount of blood I can understand why he was thinking that way.
After a bit of communication breakdown, the duty manager managed to locate some bottled water, a bottle of Betadine and a few Band-Aids. Luckily it didn't need stitches but it was going to be sore for a couple of days.
Meanwhile his mate grossed out everybody in the toilet while rinsing out the blood filled sandal in the basin! Turned the whole basin red apparently.
Boy are they gonna remember us for a while.
Right lets go downstairs!
After that, it took ages for the foam party to get going but finally it happened and thats when all hell started breaking loose. The dance floor where the foam was being poured onto was a shiny, hard, slippery floor.
NO rubber matting what so ever, so instead of being a dance party it started becoming a balance party as everyone started slipping over. People started getting stupid and were pushing people over so it degenerated into a slam dance party really quickly.
Mind you it was a good perve with all them wet t-shirts everywhere.
At this point some mongrel arsehole thought it would be a good idea to throw an empty stubby on the dance floor and of course it smashed. So as people were dancing they could not see the broken glass under the foam and were stepping in the broken glass and cutting their feet open and turning the foam on the floor red. At this stage me and my party mate, Dean, decided to get out, this was getting ugly, very ugly.
Then it got worse and the course of my night changed bigtime.
As we were leaving the dance floor we found a fella who we thought was snogging his girlfriend where our thongs were. We thought this was pretty rude, as we wanted to get to our footwear but didn't want to disturb him. We could not have been more wrong even if we had tried.
He was actually very distressed. His girl friend was totally unconscious after slipping over and hitting her head really badly on the steps that led over the waist high barrier separating the foam party from the rest of the bar. Anyway to cut a long story short, she drifted in and out of consciousness for over an hour and a quarter as we tried desperately to get an ambulance for her. She had a bad knock to the head, was concussed, going into shock and almost becoming hypothermic cos of the aircon in the place and being in water.
I was the only one in the whole place that had any idea what to do. Someone's suggestion that she had a broken neck and was dead was neither accurate nor helpful.
Luckily Dean was with me and he was a great help, getting towels and keeping the sightseers away (but this lead to an altercation later on with one of the locals or staff who took offence to the way he was moving people on).Dean, I could not have done it without you! Finally someone had the number of the BIMC on them and a mobile so they were able to call the paramedics.
The language and communication barrier with the staff was horrific
Kadek Wiranatha!
Episodes like this are keeping people away from Bali more than any bomb will, because YOU are responsible for basic safety in YOUR clubs.
Your staff needs to know how to call BIMC.
Basic ineptitude makes me so bloody angry.