Simpang Inn Kuta

... me after the first. Me and Miriam had managed to get our own back 5 minutes later though when he tried to convince us he was eating buffalo soup and that they lived on Lombok - we pointed out that Buffalo to the best of our knowledge didn’t reside in Indonesia and came to the conclusion that he meant Ox and that he was eating beef. Much to our amusement!
I did realise however while eating breakfast at 9.15 that I had meant to get a taxi at 9 not 9.30 as I had stuck in my ...

... with a rooftop balcony and big lounges - cant complain!

We also got free scuba diving lessons in the pool - and John and I are now scuba divers! We are going to get our ticket when we get home - its lots of fun!

Dinner at Jimbaren was the best - nothing has changed there and the feast for less then $30 with drinks just cant be beaten.

The weather has turned for us and its been hot and sunny - so we are off to breakfast and then the beach for the day - tough life :)

... surfers do their thing. It seems that Andy has a knack for mixing up and forgetting his words just as well as I do. One such classic occurred when Tom and Andy were living it large in the sea when Andy got salt water all in his mouth. Rather than expressing how disgusting his mouth tasted, Andy decided to tell the world: "My face is so rank!". Andy, I couldn't have put it better myself.

Before hitting the beach that morning, Andy decided he would try and beat me in a sun ...

... dance to complex billabong music. Wherever I went laughing children and smiling adult faces greeted me. People there don't mind to reveal a bit of themselves if you just care to ask. The memory of this will be helpful back in cold Germany where people open up so slowly. I will come back for more, that's for sure. But Java was great, too and beyond the Islam still seems to share a bit of the same spiritual energy.. Actually the whole trip was like a beautiful necklace each day another jewel.

... town on the right day. The ceremony began with some music and then around 25 people picked up the large bull that resembled a parade float and ran with it about 10 meters before letting it down on the road. After this dozens of women lined up in front of it caring packages of offerings on their heads. Behind the cow there was a line consisting of a fire truck (for safety purposes) and then a band playing gongs, cymbals, xylophones, bells and other traditional ...

... caught in the middle - tourists, Balinese, police, musicians- starts to run, but stops as we come up against the Bull. Finally the Bull turns a corner and goes up the street towards the cemetary. Turning the corner was so dangerous I don't even remember it happening. I remember people screaming and pushing. I sense a break in the action so I tried to go back up the road the way I'd came. However, here comes the Tower. Things get ...

... for surfers worldwide. Two things made me learn to surf; sitting on the beach means constantly telling someone that you don't want a pineapple or an ice cream or a massage or a lighter or a bow and arrow set (?) or a "bloody good, bloody cheap" beach mat - the only othe beach option is to be in the sea itself. The other reason is that watching people surf 8 ft waves while you bob up and down and try to swim with them quickly instillls a feeling of inferiority ...

Drar fra Bali om et par timer bare naa! De to siste dagene har det vaert knallvaer. saa vi har vaert paa stranden og kost oss. Tror egentlig jeg har naadd brun-grensen min naa, for virker ikke som jeg blir brunere, hehe.. Horte det var snostorm der hjemme om dagen, glad jeg er her altsaa! I dag har vi surfet med to Indonesiske gutter, det gikk kjempebra, nesten et naturtalent vil jeg si! Det er kjemepgoy aa surfe, og har lovt han om aa surfe med han ...