Kuta Beach Club

... but then it all became a little confusing and difficult and I reckoned where was the sense of adventure if I had prebooked accommodation and transport! Arriving into Denpasar airport at 9pm with no idea about anything was a far more exciting prospect. A friend from Melbourne had sent me a whole load of useful info about arriving into Bali so I reckoned with that I was pretty alright! <br> Got through the airport as did the Scottish guy despite the immigration issues which ...

... Nona, I didn't bring her on my trip. I didn't know why but I thought Zbyszek and Ewelinka were so expressive. I like them a lot! They were so funny. Later that day, we spent our night at the beach drank Arak Bali with Coca Cola. Geez Arak Bali!!! Then we went back to the hotel, drank beer at the pool side, talked, laughed, so fun! Then another Zbyszek and Ewelinka's friend, Edward came and joined us. You were right, Ewelinka, those guys seemed know about everything ...

... person who does not meet anyone, my time with this new crew is coming to an end so I am savoring every minute I can. I will be sad to part ways but have found some new friends that I will definitely keep in contact with. As a bonus I have been given a confidence boost with regards to meeting new people. My next leg will be jumping over to Java on an overnight bus, to climb another volcano, (you can never have too many volcano pictures) <br><br>

... of shot, which apparently tasted like Orange juice (Tom: He started talking to me I'll have you know and he didn't buy me a shot, he just shared some of his group's cocktail with me!). I jokingly hand motioned that Tom and Andy were gay; which made the Indonesian guy burst into hysterics because he actually believed me. They headed off after a while and left Andy, Tom and I to dance and joke the night away. (Tom: At one point, Andy and I spotted the MC walking around the club with ...

Not much to say about this place other than give it a skip....!! It is not a good representation of the wonderful place that Bali is! It is the type of beach resort frequented by partying teenagers and undiscerning tourists on package deals resulting in a overdeveloped ...

... drag me and the other one up. By Position II the pain in my legs had soared through the roof and I actually hit the "pain barrier" that everyone talks about and I broke down crying. I hadn't expected it to happen so soon (only 2 hours into the hike) and seriously considered going home but after a bit of a rest and a sugar boost I decided to keep going (and try and save my dignity!!!) Climbing to Position III was pretty bad but definitely not as bad as the previous two. It was ...

... I stayed for most of the game but never saw any goals scored. --I got the chance to see the traditional kechak dance, which I've been fascinated with ever since seeing it in the glorious documentary Baraka. I couldn't follow the plot, which centered around seven colorfully attired characters, but I loved it anyways. That was followed by a fire dance, in which a guy riding a fake horse pranced around barefoot on flaming ...

... we were offered "sucky sucky longtime" by a guy (on behalf of a hooker obviously)...not an uncommon occurence in South East Asia but on this instance it was the hotel's security man! We wanted to go out on the town but we wanted to meet some people to go out with first. It seemed a little cliquey but a guy called Shaun started talking to us. He was from Western Australia, around the Perth area and was as Aussie as they come. Top man though. He was complaining about ...

... that that was crazy, so she said, "how much you want?". That's when I knew I was checkmated as I didn't have a clue what these things cost. There was the guy that yelled out 500 rupiahs for one necklace but I wasn't sure. Whatever crazy price I name, she would already be making a profit. I paid my 25,000 emotional blackmail fee, then sulked for the next hour. :P After this, I learnt to say, "thanks but I already have a trinket/sarong/whatever ...

... It didn't take long for us to find locals and after a bit of friendly banter we were offered a coconut. Not quite as we expected it to be though as he didn't make the effort to climb a tree to get one as he already had one under a leaf. We watch him prepare &amp; cut the hole and he produces 2 straws (!) for us to drink the warm milk. Not that pleasant then we sample the coconut. Steve offers him some money to be polite and we are shocked ...