BALI…………so we have arrived in the bali……………..full of expections of sun and surf…….and cheapness……..well the sun has been out every now and then and the rain at least for the last few days has been 24 hours non stop !! ………….and well the surf is average but the deadlies are wounded and await healing before they can enter the waters
……….on arrival on this fine little island you must suddenly begin the bartering or haggling process…………now this means that your first mission is getting a taxi……obviously after you have nervously walked through customs convinced someone stitched you up with loads of drugs !!……..luckily not………now though we search for taxi into KUTA…….
……..we watched various surfer types (tight fisted bastards) from england and aussie running around for about an hour, deep in tight fisted negiotiation with groups of taxi drivers………the measly amount these fiends were bargaining over was around about 20000 rupee which is about £1.50…………so the deadlies thought better of this cheapness……our time is worth far more than these tight bastards, obviously they must have plenty of time to waste…..not us !!………..so we settled on the deal of 60000 around 4 quid english…………..which considering the price of going more than ten metres at home, we had a damn fair deal……….we got dropped straight outside the door of our luxury hotel complex…….
……..yes we headed straight for luxury…….this kind of thing cost you as little as seven pounds a night…..for everything you expect to pay over a hundred pound for at home………pool…tv….fridge…..nice big beds……working toilet….hot water…..air con….and breakfast !!……………now seeing as it was raining we decided to waste some of the precious time we had saved by not bartering on watching some TV………this continued whilst it rained……….as did much consumption of BINTANG BEER…….one with breakfast one for lunch and a few for dinner….but again the cost of this is so little its a crime against bali…….
…………KUTA is quiet, most of the aussie tourists have been scared off, as have a lot of other nationalities………not the japanese though, there are tonnes of them and they seem unconcerned with any dangers………….amongst these dangers is cheap food…….very inexpensive meals…….which for me now is pizza, that’s how adventurous i am !!…..but mr organic is far more daring and far more the connoisseur of strange delights………he is now adventuring are new accommodations toilet (we moved from luxury into leaking toilet half out door cave like quarters as funds have dictated)…………..although as we speak even my safety first approach has left my stomach feeling a little unsure of its self also, and i may soon treading through mr organics leakage………
……….nightclubs, we took the risk of bombs and hit the scene with full effect…….now i say took the risk, but i feel the risk of explosions are far less than the actual risk of getting knocked over and severely mutilated by one of the hundreds of scooters that hurtle down the narrow streets of kuta…..anyways the nightclubs sell the lethal ARAK spirit which can make you blind in about three drinks and the only danger then is your increasingly erratic behaviour and bad dance moves………we miss the mc muttas dance style he would have ripped up here……………….we also found some fellow wight creatures here holding up the flag with true verve and finesse, whilst also sporting several injuries from scooters and reefs !!……………anyways we must dash of to see the waves and get wet…..the sun is finally shining and mr organics new log style board is ready to fly………………see you all soon…….lots of love……VDC.
