Travel Blogs from Bali
... to have that foot removed now and to top it all I’ve ruined my new trainers” or “she won’t be able to eat those cheese sandwiches now; my Mum’s going to kill me”.
This time was no different. As I swung pathetically about on the rope all I could think of was that maybe when I let go my legs won’t work or I’ll be gushing blood into my new shorts. As it was, everything appeared to be ok but I had stabbing ...
Time to get out of Bali methinks. Had a reasonably good time but the touristy thing gets to you after a while and I had the Gilly Islands set in my sights. So Nienke and myself already having booked the speed boat transport, now had to deal with looking for accommodation. Sometimes I love this part of travelling and sometimes I find it most infuriating! Today feeling extremely lazy, it lent itself more to the infuriating side.So it was ...
... taken to a shopping area where all the businesses are run by Chinese. In fact the Chinese have controlled the businesses here for a very long time. In our travels over the years we have noted that in most third world countries the businesses are owned by either Chinese or Indian people. The businesses line the street and we found a luggage repair place, and since one of our suitcases had a missing wheel when it arrived in our room we have been trying to get it repaired on the ship ...
... are very helpful, and I did eventually find the place. Only problem then was that I was so late that the receptionist (/cleaninglady) had left... However, I was able to log into their wifi and write them after which I got a key and could get into the place, complete wasted – 35 hours spent awake, travelling. I was met by the nice surprise that I had the place to myself for the night, so I went out and bought a bit of groceries and not least a few ...
... is/was still stiff and sore
but I had determined that movement and exercise was the best thing for it and I
was not touching anymore pills. It has been almost a year exactly since we
visited Benoa so we kind of knew what to expect. The swarming of hawkers that you
just have to wade through and ignore. The front wave of taxi drivers, all dressed
in the same shirts and charging the same rates. Like they belong to some union.
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking