Sunset at Ku De Ta
Trip Start
Feb 12, 2008
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Trip End
Apr 09, 2008
The best place to eat in Seminyak is the French fusion restaurant, Ku De Ta. After security guards with scanners greet patrons at the door, the minimalist décor flows through to glass doors opening onto a large courtyard with decorative pool and a huge expanse of ocean in front. This becomes one of the best viewing platforms to watch the sun go down over the water, and see Bali society at work.
The beautiful people are already mingling and cooing sipping their champagne cocktails ensconced in loungers provided. It's always better to have a drink in your hand when you're on your own so I head to the bar and order a watermelon vodka for US$8. When a cocktail is twice the price of breakfast, you know you're going deluxe! A perfect afternoon turns into an idyllic evening so I plant myself and start watching. As it nears sunset, the people pile in. I hear smatterings of French, Dutch, German, Italian, Filipino and Spanish amongst the English. Groups of brown muscled young Balinese men hover together shirtless, eyes darting around the crowd. In another group a young man poses on a table like a cabaret dancer, his male companions looking on with amusement. There's the model set in the corner, in silver skirts the size of a belt, long brown legs and lots of cleavage. On the other side are the Japanese, some suited, others in plaid shorts with black work shoes and brown socks. And there's Linda on the beach waving at me to buy another black dress just like the one I bought from her yesterday.
Just another sunset in Paradise.
The beautiful people are already mingling and cooing sipping their champagne cocktails ensconced in loungers provided. It's always better to have a drink in your hand when you're on your own so I head to the bar and order a watermelon vodka for US$8. When a cocktail is twice the price of breakfast, you know you're going deluxe! A perfect afternoon turns into an idyllic evening so I plant myself and start watching. As it nears sunset, the people pile in. I hear smatterings of French, Dutch, German, Italian, Filipino and Spanish amongst the English. Groups of brown muscled young Balinese men hover together shirtless, eyes darting around the crowd. In another group a young man poses on a table like a cabaret dancer, his male companions looking on with amusement. There's the model set in the corner, in silver skirts the size of a belt, long brown legs and lots of cleavage. On the other side are the Japanese, some suited, others in plaid shorts with black work shoes and brown socks. And there's Linda on the beach waving at me to buy another black dress just like the one I bought from her yesterday.
Just another sunset in Paradise.

