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We arrived at 7 in Kuta after another long day traveling hoping to check-in for our flight the next day, grab some dinner and go to bed. However we got some bad news. Air Asia decided to cancel the flight to Phuket and not tell us. This was the day before our flight with our visa running out the following day. Jade rang to find out what was going on and apparently the alternative was to fly to Phuket via Kuala Lumpur, still arriving the same day only later. We were ...
The hangover day
... interesting. Except for dinner. I had the
wonderful fish on the beach in Jimbaran I should have had yesterday.
You eat in front of the setting sun, and then they light up candles,
and some Bali dancers are there... everyone takes pictures. Of
course, that's the kind of pics to put on a blog. But I forgot my
camera. Yes, I am HUNGOVER. So there are now pictures, you'll have to trust me, this is worth
going. It's very ...
Happy birthday to the ground!
... was just after midnight and we're half way up this mountain, in an ancient temple with only the half moon illuminating the place and there's no one else for miles. He invited us to pray with him so he could get a blessing. Sounds really cheesy now, but seeing the temple under the moonlight with Nengah praying was really moving. He was such a genuine person. We've seen so much religion on our travels, but I think this was the first time that it felt ...
Et c'est parti!!!! :))))))
... previens comme il faut: tout est a négocié ou
presque!!! ça m'amuse... "allez pour toi, je te fais un prix d'ami...
franchement je veux etre ton ami donc je te fais 60 000 rpi..." -
"quoiiiiiiiiii ecoute moi je suis pas ton pote, donc je te propose 30
000... t'en penses quoi ?!! lolllllll"
je me suis fait 2/3
restaurants, c'est plutot bon, on est sur un mix de lait de coco avec du
curry par exemple, avec des legumes et du poulet... etonnant! ...
Kuta: For better or worse
... well fined Ozzy accents. Men drop off their better halves to work the bars and clubs and bands play the standard Asian repertoire, I'm sure they all by the same book to learn from.
It reminded me, not rather fondly I must add, of Patong in Phuket only without Ping Pong shows and the dancers being right in your face - they, at least, were inside the buildings.
We descended on the bars the lads had been to the night before and ended ...