First I needed to get some money however and Ketut, the owner had offered to take me to the nearest ATM….15km away
! I told Annalies of the plan that I’d see her later on. So, me and Ketut got on his proper 200cc motorbike, and I held onto the bars at the back, and then we set off. The first 10 mins were fairly gentle speeds, but then he got faster, and the road got windyer (that’s windy as in lots of corners, although with the extra speed we were going the air blowing through my helmet also made it windier!!). He said I should hold on round his waist, which although slightly reluctant to grip onto this man in front, knowing how sleazy all these would be Romeos are, I felt perhaps it would be safer, and anyway, I had an earlier suspicion that this man with long flowing hair, two hoop earrings, long nails and a slightly effeminate air might not be all that interested. I was wrong. About 5 mins after I’d put my hands round his waist (grasping my own hands at the front – trying not to touch him all that much) he then put his left hand on my clasped hands and started stroking them…..ARGH!!!!! NO!!!!! JUST STOP IT NOW!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE HERE!!! I’m really not used to all this male attention, and don’t like it one bit in fact, it just creeps me out because I’m no Cameron Diaz, and haven’t looked this untidy and awful in years and it just makes me so uncomfortable having all these people I am paying for a service, trying it on with me. (I was very relieved that Tri didn’t do anything like this when I travelled through Vietnam in fact). I quickly took my hands away pretty much indicating that he should have 2 hands on the handlebars thanks, and no hands on me, and returned my hands to the bars at the back for a while
. He however made it very difficult to sit on the back, always accelerating and braking, and turning corners at pretty steep angles, all whilst I held on to the back. I had to relent on some occasions and hold onto him as he was making it so difficult. I told him I wasn’t comfortable going that fast, particularly whilst wearing flip flops, shorts and a t-shirt, and a very ill fitting helmet and that when I was riding a bike in England I was wearing a good helmet, a protective jacket at the very least, trousers, good shoes and gloves.
I got my money, got some camera film, and we returned back to Amed…another awkward half hour drive of nerve wracking speeds, turns and trying not to touch Romeo in front, although still having to as he got faster and faster. Of course this all made me quite cross, and on telling Annalies about this on our return, she empathised with similar stories and we decided to boycott being anywhere near Ketut’s amorous ways. At one point he asked if I had a boyfriend, I lied of course and said yes he’s at home, and he said it didn’t matter, that ‘we can make memories here’ EWWWW!! NO!! How immoral for one, I’d never cheat on ANYONE anyway, and second, No, No, NO NO!
We bought a boat ticket for Gili T from him then disappeared to other places to eat to and also do a bit of snorkelling.
As we drifted down the beach, I saw Amalie and Alex out sunbathing where I’d left them yesterday. We both got out and went to speak to them. This involves a mad dash across the hot sand, which is made more tricky by pointy, sharp coral and rocks mixed in with the hot sand and ever softer feet from being in water
. (I think I actually scorched my feet as the next day skin peeled off the whole sole!) We had a chat and then me and Alex snorkelled more whilst the other 2 girls chatted. After an hour of snorkelling we got out then made a plan to meet for dinner later on, they returned to their room and we swam back to Warung Mamas, this was a better option than burning your feet on the beach, or walking over the pointy coral. It was hard work though as we were swimming against the current, and so eventually I made like a horse swimming and sort of floated but used my hands and feet to drag/push myself through the water – which was quite hard work, but a little easier than swimming and getting nowhere, Annalies had fins, I didn’t, I have my own snorkel and mask, so saved money on rental, but that meant no fins. She walked up to our rooms (wearing the fins – which as you know looks very silly, but at least her feet were protected) and got our flip flops, which I was glad of, as my poor feet are not used to walking bare over things, and they were still already sore from the earlier singeing.
We changed and went to meet Alex and Amalie down the road near their place. They came out on time and said they’d agreed to go to a local party where there would be food and dancing and music. I was imagining something a bit like my sisters wedding party – ie a bloody good party in a field with the 4 of us and 100 locals
! What I wasn’t expecting was to arrive in a normal restaurant entirely filled with tourists, a local reggage band, and a single lady in traditional dress doing an infrequent dance between a long set of songs by the boys. We ordered some food, had some local Arak and enjoyed the music, then were joined by two Korean guys who had named themselves (with western names) Gunther and Shaun before heading off to the beach for a beach party.
There was a fire on the beach, clearly not for warmth as it was already so warm, but possibly for light. People played music and chatted, the 2 swiss girls I had arrived with who said they were leaving that day, once again just didn’t really speak to me, but I was ok, because I had 5 new friends at this point! We all sat round the fire with the local lads (the ladies just don’t do anything like this it seems), slightly wary of any who came to talk to us, and even Ketut turned up, and I groaned thinking ‘Oh no, I’ve had some Arak, and I hope in this dark smokey light he’s not going to come and sit next to me and start touching me and asking to make memories with me’ Eventually, me and Annalies walked back, Ketut escorting us, but we stayed a little bit ahead, and we went to sleep around 1am.
Best: some new friends
Worst: Romeo the millionth trying his luck
Beautiful: Fishy fishes in the sea
The first thing that Rupert said to me at breakfast was pretty much ' Thank god you're ok, I was really worried about you, we thought you were missing’, I said I didn’t know I was missing and it was lovely that someone was worried! A few minutes later a girl called Annalies arrived and greeted me with ‘So you’re the missing girl!’, again, I said I hadn’t known that I was missing! We got chatting though and discovered that we both intended to go to Gili Trawangan, and I asked if she’d like to room share, she thought this was a good idea, so we decided we would go the next day. Rupert had decided to leave today though, which was sad, but meant that Annalies could move into his old room at a much cheaper rate than she was currently paying, and we could hang out.