So trip number 15 draws to a close. Some final thoughts and stories.
So my wife goes to a money changer in Kuta. She had a hundred dollar note and the exchange rate is on the board. Rounded out with some coins, she is to get a million rupiah. She keeps hold of the 100 bucks. He counts out the million. She counts it and confirms it is right. He counts it again. No says wife, I must be the last to count it. She does. 300,000 short. She couldn't see the slight of hand, but challenges anyway and demands the full amount. He complains about tax and fees. She says he is a thief. He shrugs, she walks away. I could have told him not to mess with the missus.
So there I am sitting at the pool reading my book. A couple of older Aussies are on the seats beside me. They are talking Aussie rules. They ask my opinion. I explain I am a kiwi and haven't got a clue about Aussie rules. They laugh and mention that kiwis can play rugby and think they can play cricket. I pause thoughtfully and mention that our problem at cricket is our bowling. They ponder thoughtfully assuming I am about to give some insightful analysis. And then I quietly say " we can only bowl over arm". A moments silence and then, fortunately they roar with laughter, high fives and buy me a beer.
Is there anything more magical than sitting at a beer bar drinking an ice old binnie and watching the sun go down?
Forget reality TV, sit at Posers Bar with a binnie, eat a beef ridang and watch the world walk past. Fascinating.
Surge toilets where your contribution come frighteningly close to the rim when flushing before disappearing continue to fascinate me. I probably would also watch car accidents.
Getting a big bag of laundry done for two bucks seems amazingly cheap? I tip generously under the circumstances.
Where are the cd sellers when you actually want them. None to be seen. And no one offered me Viagra. Clearly I have been identified as a man of steel. No feedback on this is required.
Best meals: mozzarella by the sea, tomorrow bali and sails. (Amed).
Not once did a taxi driver try and rip us off.
Will we return. Hell yes.
Bruce