PANDAWA BEACH VILLAS - KETEWEL - Just north of Sanur.
Trip to the other side to watch sunrise & boats leave over breakfast.
Nice private beach front villa, huge sliding glass doors & windows with 3 girls polishing them to near invisibility. Sternly warned by Bof "wear your glasses so you don't walk into those later", Hmmmm!!.
The butler informs us no breakfast until 7am & boats not leaving because (sounds like an oxymoron to me) there's too much water.
At first glance a horrible black beach full of rubbish.
At least the infinity pool was nice, but after a few ours of lounging we became bored in each others company. You get that after 38 years together. ;)
Ok! Cocktail hour. Wandered onto the bamboo deck they had built over the beach.
While waving at the man raking the rubbish digging holes & burying it, I spotted a man fishing off the beach. "Eureka". Time to take cocktail & Bof for a walk. Unlocked the big wooden gates that keep the Riff Raff out & wandered off down the beach. Mr B was very excited to see that big rod, so I left him taking photos of the days catch, which FYI was half the size of the bait we use at home.
On closer inspection the rubbish was just flotsam & jetsam. The odd thong, drift wood, sleeping dog, or is it a pig? what is that?. It was a dead dog with no hair that just looked like "Babi guling". It was a bloater so must have floated in with the tide.
The dirty sand turned out to be a black carpet studded with diamonds, which was a bonus for me because B made me leave the Crown jewels at home.
So I decided to help the little old lady with no teeth & a basket on her head collect drift wood.
We chatted for 10mins, well she did I couldn't understand a word she was saying. Maybe it was "Bugger of you stupid tourist".
Anyhow my drift wood choices were all rejected. So we agreed to disagree on what's gnarly & what's knot & I gave her some blue notes for putting me straight, which seemed more acceptable than my driftwood because she threw them in the basket.
The beach is filling up with some very interesting locals by now & holiday makers from Java, kids playing soccer, man on horse etc etc we chatted with them, played with the kids & had a great time. Nobody tried to sell us anything.
& sadly back to that big empty boring villa.
This will sound corny but I left my heart (or was it a swizzel stick) on Ketewel Beach & now know I really do LOVE Bali.
While mixing another round of cocktails in the room, B is taking photos of the villa at night with all the lights on.
When all of a sudden, BANG!!!! He hadn't heeded his own stern warning & walked straight into the glass doors. He did this several times that night.
If you were in the villa next door I apologize for these sounds,
BANG!!! (ROFL) BANG!!! (ROFL) BANG!!! (ROFL)...
We have some very good photos & would love to share. It may take me awhile to kidnap a teenager to do this for me though.
P.S. I am poking fun at our lifestyle not the locals, we almost envy them.