There have actually been visible sunsets laely so we thought we should grab the chance (excuse?)and have a couple of sunset beers at Made's Beach Esky at the front of Zanzibar. Now when I say a "couple" I mean that in the normal language sense, that is 2, not in beer language when a couple means a few and a few means a lot. OK so I may be a Pom but I do understand Aussie, see?
Billy the dog was sitting between us eating cat biscuits. I often wonder if he is thinking "Ah well, I'm sure this Bule Bloke means well and I don't want to offend him because then he may stop scratching my head but doesn't he realise I actually prefer rice and left over bones?"
One of the Anak Pantai was playing his guitar and singing, not letting the fact that he only knew a few of the words spoil his performance at all. The sun dipped below the horizon. No mysterious green flash but you can't have everything.
The dusk gave the young tourist boy his chance to light and throw his fireworks. Must be getting old because that sight always fills me with fear of the young firework thrower blinding himself or burning a finger off. You know the sort of thing. Billy the dog obviously shared my aprehension because he jumped up and his his head under the hem of my dress after which he felt fine, knowing he was safe now that he couldn't see them. I bet if he could have put his paws over his ears he would have but he does have very short legs.
We decided to walk along the beach to the warungs on Seminyak Beach and set off with Billy following probably hoping we'd offer him something better than cat biscuits. We kept walking and he kept following until we were afraid he would get lost or miss his Vespa ride home. Do you think we could get him to go back? No way. In the end we left the beach and hid behind one of the gates in the wall. He stood there watching us watching him and in the end gave up and trotted off back to his spot on the beach. I bet he thought "These tourists are really weird. Imagine leaving your seat on a perfectly good bench to go and stand behind a wall further up the same beach."
We ate at the smaller warung beyond the Tapas one with the beanbags, a lot of beanbags, and ordered 1 Chicken curry and one pork kebab. The lovely young waitress came back and apologised that the kebabs were "habis" and would we like spare ribs instead so we said yes that would be fine. Then she came back and apologised again because the ribs were "habis" too. Anyway luckily the chicken wasn't habis we had 2 of them. Got in just in time too because another couple came in hoisting a pram and baby over the seats to an empty table.
The waitress was by now starting to be a little flustered. "Do you want food?" she asked and they said "Umm Yes" to which she replied "You can't have food." They froze with their pram and baby in mid air. "Oh. We can't?" "No" wailed the waitress "Rice habis". They said they could live with this and as we left I could hear them ordering the pork kebabs with vegetables."
Ahhhh vintage Bali. Just like the old days. We really enjoyed our evening.