Back in Bali

After 5 days of, mostly, sunshine drenched beaches in Lombok we were ready to head inland again and to the treat of our trip. Vicky and Space bought as a night in a lovely hotel in Ubud for my 30^th. Ubud is the cultural capital of Bali. When Islam swept through Indonesia parts of the royal family and their courts of artists and musicians fled to Bali and set up shop in Ubud as a consequence its got a lot of culture. It also features heavily in that new Julia Roberts film 'Eat, Pray, Love' so there were a lot of Americans who'd come to find themselves. We left them to it.

Our room was amazing. A teak cabin on stilts overlooking the rice fields. Amazing. We had a wonderful day lazing on our balcony watching the ducks in the rice fields and drinking beer before heading out for a world class meal. Then at 2am Chris decided that we really hadn't made enough use of our lovely teak bathroom and spent the rest of our stay clutching the toilet bowl.

After living up with the spiritual Yanks in Ubud it was time to finally embrace the place which Bali is renowned for. Kuta Beach. If you want to know what Kuta is like imagine an Asian Costa del Sol and you'll be about there. Still it is Kuta where Bali tourism started and Kuta which remains a significant driver of the local economy and even if our mate Geoff hadn't flown out from Sydney to meet us there I suppose we'd have had to go and have a look.

I don't know what there is to say about Kuta really. Lots of booze and hangover killing swims are really the only way to go. Though the joy of Bali is its tiny so we didn't have to stop exploring the Island. One evening we went to Jimbaran a little enclave further down the coast which is reputed for its beachside BBQs. We ate so much seafood we felt sick. We had a whole lobster, calamari, prawns, fish, clams it just kept coming. Finally the tide came in and we had to flee our seats.

Another day the four of us (Geoff had bought out his friend Julia) went on a bike tour. The company drive you to the top of the volcano and then you cycle down stopping en route to see local Bali life. We stopped in at a family compound where they were preparing for the teeth filing ceremony which every Bali teen undergoes when they come of age. We saw people harvesting rice and preparing it for the mill. It was all interesting, but it was not all downhill. Our charming guide would periodically pause and say 'the next bit is downhill, downhill and then a little bit of exercise...' Any kind of uphill in over 30c heat and god knows what humidity can only be euphemistically called exercise.

At the end of our bike ride we were treated to a 9 course meal in the owners family compound an orgy of yummy Indonesian food. We went home full and happy.

Surf's up in Lombok

From North Bali we drove round the coast and back to Sanur before heading off sans Jeremy to the neighbouring Island of Lombok. Lombok is a mainly Muslim country, unlike Bali which has its own unique brand of Hinduism. As such we'd be warned that it might be more conservative. The biggest difference I saw was the lack of Aussie families in their Bintang uniforms. We stayed in a stunning place right on the beach with crashing waves an amazing sunsets.

Surfing was big and we decided it was time to have a lesson. Perhaps should have waited for Oz. Our instructor seemed to have been trained by the Marines and kept shouting at us that everything we were doing was WRONG and DANGEROUS without making it clear what was RIGHT and SAFE. The tide started to come in and we soon found ourselves crashing up the rocks. He insisted it was safe (whilst shouting that THIS WAVE IS TOO BIG and NO NO NO) and I thought 'Sod this I've knelt on the board with one one foot up
and no hands. That's good enough for me, see you later mate'. So headed in. He surfed towards me (not on his head this time which he did to show off) to try and convince me to carry on. Then started shouting again as a giant wave took me and threw me on the rocks. I have wounds. Pictures will follow.

The next day we went on a tour which was a little safer. We saw some amazing beaches before the rains came in and visited a village doing traditional weaving. We had a great time got on very well with Opan the guy driving us round though we were also treated to his dubious views about disabled people who are 'not normal' 'nearly human' people who needed to learn some skills and not beg on the side of the road. I mean the Government have rounded them all up and put them in an institution to teach them things, the only reason they beg is because they're lazy... Ok Opan.  

What happened in Bali stays in Bali?

Sorry we didn't get round to blogging in Bali. Somehow we just never quite found the time. But now we're unemployed in Sydney (more of that to follow). We have plenty of time to give you a quick run down.

First off Bali is wonderful, but without Chris's uncle, Jeremy, there is no way we would have seen, learnt and done as much as we did. Jeremy, for those who don't know, spent some time living in Indonesia 10 years ago teaching English and since built a business importing Indo furniture and craft to the UK. It seemed that everywhere we went someone knew 'Jerry' and if they didn't it wasn't long before they were chatting away in Indonesian. We were very much playing second fiddle ('Where is your uncle? Is your uncle coming back soon? When can I talk to your uncle again...?') not that we minded.

We started in the resort of Sanur meeting lots of Jeremy's friends both ex-pats and Indonesians. It was also in Sanur that we first sighted the cultural phenomenon of the Bintang singlet. Bintang is the generic, ubiquitous beer of Bali. Now Australians have a bit of reputation for beer worshipping and they are doing nothing to dispel this impression in Bali. In all the touristy place we went we found whole Aussie families (Mum, Dad, kids, grandparents, babies, dogs...) all wearing matching Bintang singlets. It was clear we weren't in Karantanka any more. The beer was flowing.

With Jeremy driving we hired a car and set off into the centre of the country. We toured through rice fields, mountains and small villages. Every now and then Jeremy would threaten to stop and buy a Durian. Apparently if you can get past the smell, the fruit of Durian is very tasty. Durian smells of stale sick and rotten sick. You have to be pretty committed to get past that smell. We weren't.

In North Bali we got deluged by rain, scammed by a man who described himself as a 'Criminal Romantic' (rapist?) and went snorkelling at a coral reef. The coral reef was amazing. I'd never seen anything like it. We saw all sorts of fishes. Lots of the ones in Finding Nemo.

We also went walking in the national park. No elephants this time and the Balinese tiger died out years ago so no seriously scary encounters with wildlife. In fact few encounters with wildlife at all, for which our guide was most apologetic. However, the wildlife had got the memo and when we arrived back to the carpark a troop of monkeys had set up camp on the roof of the car.