Had and unfortunate fall at the end of the first week of my recent three. My lower back was damaged painfully and could scarcely move.
From next door, Putri Bali, came an Angel in the form of Koli, short for Karolina, a young Catholic lady from Sumba, who really knew her stuff, trained for two years by her employer Ibu Rai and her older sister Monika, who is known as Monni.
Each day she came for an hour and pumbelled me skillfully until, at the end of a week, I was able to hobble around enough to get in medium strife and have naughty thoughts again.
You can trust these knowledgeable ladies, if you need them.
Went to Cracker's opening ( ! ) at his most impressive 10-barreler .
Speaking of barrels, as I left, I got shot in the ass. Don't know if this was arranged by tour genial host or not but one thinks "hmm"!
Turning around, I spotted a young lad with a BB rifle on the roof, ducking for cover.
Next evening during a ritual hello at S & S, where the Celestial Choir of Cracker, Strop, Bob,Ted et Al, eapecially Al, were in fine throat, lubricated to within a stubby or nine of falling down, a young lad, just the right size wandered by. Sez I, "do you own a BB rifle?" Riveted by the gaze of a man from a Polis family, he immediately 'fessed up. "it was Wayan Ruda pulled the trigger and he then dumped the gun in my hand, the dog", he replied.
What investigative talents lay wasted in this brain of mine! Wayan Ruda has been handed down a sentence, in absentia, very absentia, of Digitus Erectus, for 3 years with a pardon at Ramadan.
More to come from another great sojourn upon the Isle of Smile by the Mile.