. We arrived in Denpasar around 7.30am the next morning. We were both totally frazzled and didn't care that the Bemo driver was ripping us off to drive us 7km to Kuta.
We found a cafe to have breakfast. Angie stayed there with our backpacks while I went off in search of lodgings. I eventually found a place to suite our budget. It was a bit of kip but good for one night. We moved to better place the next day.
Kuta is nuts! It is full of young Aussies on the prowl. The beach is good and not too crowded this time of year. The main drag on Jl. Legian is a plethora of clubs and bars. It is intense. We saw the memorial there to commemorate the 200 or so young people who were killed in the Bali bombings of 2002. Pretty sad. We learnt that one of the bombers was tracked down and shot near Yogja.
It is super cheap to rent motorbikes here. Just 30000 per day compared with 50-60000 elsewhere. We explored the southern most tip of Bali by bike. It is pretty hectic trying to drive here. The traffic is fierce. We also encountered a corrupt police officer on our way down to Nusa Duo. Just as we came into Nusa Duo there was a security check point
. We were pulled aside. The police officer wanted to see our international driving license or failing that a temporary Indonesian license. Of course he would not accept our NZ licenses and proposed to write us up a ticket costing us 300,000 payable on Monday at the legal office in Denpasar. He made us sweat a bit and proposed a "solution". We could pay him 100,000 and that would settle the matter. Hmmm, we thought. He could not give us any guarantee and said that we have his name and if we were stopped again we could just mention that we paid him. Bullshit we thought to ourselves. We insisted that we would prefer to pay the official fine and that we would pay on Monday. We would have no intention of actually paying the fine and we would have a different bike the next day as he didn't even look at our passport. In the end we got talking about the Euro final Chelsea vs Bayern. He let us off and didn't even write us up. He advised us that we should apply for a temporary driving license in Denpansar. We may consider this.
Kuta itself is a bit tiresome. If you like you party and can surf then you can have a good time here. It wasn't our bag.
We are currently in Ubud which seems pretty good. See our next entry for the skinny on Ubud.
Originally, we intended to go to Lovina in Bali but as you will see, this did not quite work out as planned. From Cemoro Lawang we organized a transport to Lovina. We were picked up at 3pm by local bus to Probolingo. In Probolingo we had to hang around for hours for our bus to Lovina. By 9pm it became clear that our bus to Lovina had broken down. We were herded on to a bus bound for Denpasar instead. The bus was a private bus used by Indonesians. Of course there were no seats for us. I was jammed across the back window ledge with a big sack of nuts and Angie had to sit up beside the driver. It became an epic 10 hr journey including ferry crossing. I managed to get some sleep but had to hold onto a bar on the back window to stop myself from flying forward every time the bus braked hard, which was often. Angie was too busy concentrating on the carnage in front to sleep. Eventually she got moved down the back where she spent a couple of hours with a sack of nuts and seepage from the toilet