I enjoyed an early morning cuppa watching the rice terraces and the volcano and then we took a stroll in the gardens in our nighties. We wandered around so relaxed and ended up on the footpath of the main road- Pacung was almost on disaster alert as I envisaged all these locals running of the road as they caught sight of Tina in the bikini/skin tone nightie - now from a distance it would paint a picture of a woman in a red bikini on the side of the road .I imagine that these poor blokes have probably never seen a bikini in their life let alone 4 women on the side of the main road in nighties (Lynnee was having a sleeping). Breakfast with such a beautiful view was memorable and enjoyable.
We called in at the markets and the lake on the way home. Spent more money - I bought this dreadful wooden wall clock - I always manage the buy what I term the 'regrettable purchase ' and this watch shaped clock was on a par with the bag I bought at the markets - I did offer the bag as a giveaway on the forum but had no takers.
Back to the faster pace of Kuta - Legian
I was happy to be back to the familiarity of my room but I was concerned about the cigarette smell - I am an ex-smoker and it now really affects my sinuses (not quite as bad as my chutney ). I thought they may have let my room out while I was away and then I thought that the cleaning boys may have been smoking in my room. I opened the windows and gave it a good airing and didn't bother complaining. The next day the smell was just as bad and I couldn't work out what was happening. Then the penny dropped - I had an adjoining room and new neighbours arrived when I was away and they were both heavy smokers - perhaps heavy is too mild a reference - the smoke they inhaled and exhaled could have run a wind generator. The solution was a towel across the bottom of the door and the smoke remained in their room.
Now with this return to the city my diary keeping became a little shonky so I will just report on a few incidents/trips in no particular order.
Leonie & Lynnee headed off to see the Balian. You all must pressure the girls for a report on their adventure. Sharron, Tina & I decided to do something different - shopping - well it was different - the venue was a first for this trip - we headed for Ramayana. We circled the shoe section in search of a bargain - and split for a chance to find 3 lots of specials. When I finally located Tina again she was sitting in this Smokey Dawson type chair being vibrated on the neck and shoulders by this odd shaped hand held machine and looking like she was enjoying every moment. There was a spare seat and I didn't need too much encouragement to occupy it. Well we were pleasured for a further 10 minutes and like many other demonstrations I felt an obligation to purchase one. 2.2 million I think and the pleasure machine was all mine.
Well I actually bought as the pacifier for my hubby - had a tinge of the guilts so I figured once I learnt to use the darn thing (the instructions were in Indonesian) I would be his friend for life. They did provide a booklet in English but it actually doesn't answer some of the problems we would like to sort out. I named it the Pleasure Machine and promised Tina that I would give her a pleasuring on Neypi day she in turn was going to teach me to sms. Well Tina I still owe you a pleasuring but believe me it will be worth the wait as I'm not too good with it yet. I have tried it on the 6'6' 70 kg son but it jumps everywhere all over his thin bony torso; in fact it jumped and vibrated so much my hands got a free massage. It's really great for the lactic acid build up I suffer in my thighs and once I actually read the English handout I might operate it effectively.
After paying for the pleasure machine we ventured into the grocery section and I think this is where I wanted to purchase some bubble bath- well why have a beautiful deep bath an not use it. When I asked the expression on the sales assistant said it all - total confusion but then she twigged and off we rushed to the party section and she handed me bubble solution. I hesitated for a moment and thought that perhaps it might do the job but decided I wanted the real thing so I sat on the floor and pretended to bathe - it amused her especially when I washed under my arms. 'Ah yes!' she beamed and rushed off leaving me to get up from the floor - by the time I steadied myself she was gone so I started calling out 'hoo hoo, bubble bath' and the reply from a couple of isles came 'yes yes'. She had found what I wanted all I had to do was choose between the bubble gum and the fairy scent - such decisions.
We shopped a little longer and Tina arranged to meet Sharron & I down stairs, as she wanted to check a store across the road. By this time we had a shopping trolley full of thongs, shoes. Groceries and the pleasure machine. I asked Sharron if she would be OK to lift the back of the trolley if I lifted the front onto the escalator. She nodded and I jumped on expecting her to push the trolley forward. I was facing her and she hesitated and backed back. Well I had descended too far to get back up the top and I was actually a bit gob smacked looking up - she shrugged her shoulders and held onto the trolley. I jumped off and called up to her 'What now?' There was no reply instead she reached into the trolley and began placing items & shopping bags on alternate steps. Now coming down the escalator were all these purchases and they were getting closer - a crowd of mostly bemused staff had gathered at the foot of the moving stairs, which were now covered in things. I was reminded of the Price Is Right and that little yodeling mountaineer who ascended those moving stairs. I started frantically grabbing the bags and items and placing them safely at arms distance so I could keep them in my sight. Each bag I grabbed I was applauded by the onlookers and I was waiting on Larry to congratulate me and tell me I was in the play off for the car and prizes. Sharron had failed to tell me she had height fears at times. Back to the shark pool and planning for our next feeding frenzy.