A fter a swim we decided to do something completely different, so we wandered down to S & S. I know thats what we do all the time, but I walked backwards to confuse the taxi drivers (Emms wouldnt do it so it was only half the fun). Skirting a coupla pranged taxis and irate drivers we reached the beach. I was going to have a beer at Abdouls but Sammy was busy setting up chairs and opening Binnies for us,
Now in New Zealand we have a program called Piha Rescue, basically its about these guys that hang around beaches in skimpy underpants and they rescue foreigners standing in ankle deep water. Australia sends over their version to us as well, Its called Bondi Rescue, its about these guys that hang around beaches in skimpy underpants and they rescue foreigners standing in ankle deep water.
Generally we are too busy watching Coronation Street in NZ but I do watch Bondi Rescue to see what they are going to do next. You guessed it, guys in skimpy undies etc etc. However, upon reaching S & S you could have knocked me down with a feather. Heres the Bondi dudes in Bali, hanging around Legian Beach in skimpy underpants rescuing foreigners standing in ankle deep water. Bugger me days, thats a twist, the bloke that thought up that musta been proud of himself.
Now fame of any sort doesnt interest me in the slightest, so after 150 or so pictures of me with my arms around them, giving the customary Winston Churchill two finger salutes, I basically ignored them. Emms was most impressed with them, however after pointing out the fact that apart from their youth, skimpy undies and rippling six packs, I was really the same.
Trying to turn her attention away from them, we took a few pictures of the sun slipping slowly into the cloud that is always there. We had a chat with Smudge and Jeff and said goodbye to a few folk who flying home that night. Well if saying goodbye is saying Ha Ha, glad its not us, then we did say goodbye.
Enough neck oils under the belt, a feed of peanuts and garlic and me being able to bury 2 empties in the sand and slip 3 empty bottles under my sister-in laws seat we paid our dues to Samuel and wandered off to Le Monde for a nosh, on the way we went past a group of those young kids trying to sell us arm braclets and pick pockets and bags at the same time (both attempts unsucessfully I might add). We ate at Bali Le Monde further down Jl Padma Utara as well this trip, same theme so can only guess the ownership is the same?
We picked up a bottle of Vodka from the local shop and sat outside my brothers room having a quiet one. Not long later we realised that the bottle was empty. How the hell could that happen? I am sure its the heat evaporating the stuff, as it happens with my binnies all the time too. Well because the dead and slow brain cells were knocked over, we were smart enough to realize that we needed more grog, so the 4 of us wandered down to the pool bar. Settling back my brother was talking a mixture of braille and what sounded like Cantonese when he stopped in his tracks and said he had invented a new word. God we were impressed, so he whips up to the bar and gets a pen and paper to write it down.
Putting it carefully in the top pocket of his tee-shirt for safekeeping he thought that he had better let our sister know of this deed. She had gone to bed about 2 hours previously. I sorta didnt think it was a good idea waking her, however Robbie was determined, so off we all went. Well I dunno, she wasnt as impressed as we were.
Bed time, so deciding the AC was too noisy I grabbed the remote and for some reason the TV came on. Hitting the buttons didnt work as the TV just got louder. Ems to the rescue, taking the TV remote off me she calmly turned it off and picked up the AC remote and turned that off as well. Women, what would we do without them?
We turned off the light and Bali once again belonged to neigbours muttering about inconsiderate people, the kupu kupu malams and geckos.
Next morning I was crook as hell and can only guess that I had had a dodgy pie, but couldnt for the life of me remember eating one the day before. Worse still Robbie couldnt find his piece of paper with the word he had invented, none of us could remember it, however we did remember he put it in his pocket for safekeeping. Checking his shirt we discovered that it didnt actually have a pocket. Ahh Bali, you really are a mysterious little island!!!!!!
Ianz