Kuta Part 2
Trip Start May 30, 2005
129Trip End Sep 30, 2006
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The Balanise have a great way of naming their children, rather than deciding amongst thousand of different names, they simply call their first child Wayan, regardless of whether it's a boy or a girl, they then progress through Made, Nome and Katut. If the parents are then fortunate or unfortunate enough to have a fifth, depending on your point of view, then they simply start recycling the names from the start again. You'd think that this would make it far easier to remember someone's name, but think again, it makes it far harder as you can never quite remember which one of the four that they told you.
I played some more chess, this time on the beach with the sun obscuring my view of the pieces (see I'm making excuses already). Rather sadly I managed to loose both my games, including the second one where it was a pawn ending with opposite coloured bishops. I could have cried.
As time went on my arms began to ache more and more, in the end I needed to head off for a short break, try and recover and then get back to Kuta for a little more before surfing before leaving Indonesia. The night before I left though there was another terrorist attack. I actually heard one of the explosions but I didn't think anything of it, I didn't know they'd been a bomb until over an hour later when I overheard someone else talking about it. I was quite glad to be leaving Kuta the next day anyway, over to one of the Gili islands off the coast of Lombok. I'd just have a quiet night in and then off at 6am. I really feel for the local Balinese people. They'd just started to get it together again after 2002 and now that there has been a second bombing I think it'll take longer for the tourists to return. With so many of them depending of the income supplied by tourists it's looking bleak for them. Very sad.