It is not my intention to bother you with my total 'Memories', rather to show the more interesting ones that pop into my mind, after 127 trips to that pleasant place, since 1984.
FIRST MORNING
Awoken at 6AM by a convocation of local Cockadoodles who had not been informed about Nyepi and did their wake-up duty for all and sundry, with no thought of collateral aural damage to non-hens. We thought ‘may as well have a swim' and found that the pool was closed for cleaning until 8AM. Next choice was breakfast, which started to become available at 7.30AM so we thought we might as well lounge by the pool, catching the rays of the early sun, only to find that the pool-lounges had all been pre-empted by other parties, who had sent representatives out earlier to claim them by leaving towels on all of them. 40 lounges for 200 guests made these positions ultra desirable and parties of Europeans, not naming names (but they didn't win the War), sending forward scouts out at about 5.AM every morning.
BLUE OCEAN RESTAURANT
We turned right on the beach and in 200 metres arrived at Blue Ocean Restaurant, which was in full swing. The menu was unbelievably cheap, the beer cold and what more could you want, what with the wondrous eye-candy of the Euro-Nakeds of the female sex frisking and frolicking in carefree fashion out front; Marie's hand was eventually fatigued as she tried to keep my mind on the job, mainly she, herself and I don't blame her as I was rather rudely entranced by the show of delightful naked flesh, although it had to be admitted that a few would have been better covered up and this, in due course, brought us to a game of commenting on the display :'Cover' 'Don't cover' and even 'Pass me the bucket' or the ultimate negation as 'Double-bagger'. Pass-Remarkable wee Celts were we!
One French lady entered from the beach with her toddler, nakedly in tow, as was she. They commenced to shower under a high tap beside the restaurant, in full view. When young one had been showered, Mom decided to do a Brigitte Bardot show with the soap, gyrating and soaping sensuously, to the delight of us gaping noshers, who couldn't look elsewhere. As a Finale, she bent over to her toes, showing her clevities backwards ,in great detail as she inserted digits and soaped copiously, nothing missed, probably saying rude things in her Francais, about gaping non-Euros as she went at her private parts with great detail. Welcome to Seminyak, home of posers and gapers.
BLUE OCEAN RESTAURANT
We turned right on the beach and in 200 metres arrived at Blue Ocean Restaurant, which was in full swing. The menu was unbelievably cheap, the beer cold and what more could you want, what with the wondrous eye-candy of the Euro-Nakeds of the female sex frisking and frolicking in carefree fashion out front; Marie's hand was eventually fatigued as she tried to keep my mind on the job, mainly she, herself and I don't blame her as I was rather rudely entranced by the show of delightful naked flesh, although it had to be admitted that a few would have been better covered up and this, in due course, brought us to a game of commenting on the display :'Cover' 'Don't cover' and even 'Pass me the bucket' or the ultimate negation as 'Double-bagger'. Pass-Remarkable wee Celts were we!
Peter.