26.01.2014 - 29.01.2014
Professional stencil work
The rest of our time at Mandala Bali bungalows continued with painting and stencilling and to be honest we'd had enough of it by the end. We both know it was for the greater good - damage prevention to our money and something to do in our extra 3 weeks. I'm glad I was able to convince Dan that our last 'spare' week should be spent seeing some more of Indonesia- especially when the flight cost to stop off en route to Singapore wasn't too great.
A bit of old wood and a few hooks. Good work Kemp
Balinese builders tools. They were napping. Again
On our last two days we rented a scooter and faced the stressful roads of Bali. We both got annoyed on the first trip out after over paying for petrol by 10x the amount. There was a big queue and it was a moment of lax concentration from both of us. All the zeros and converting rupiah into pounds amongst a queue of staring Balinese men meant we paid about £7.50 instead of 75p for a full tank. Even though we'd asked for half. Too much time in honest Malaysia has taken us of our guard. (When paying at a market in KL we didn't haggle for a £10 item so the stall owner knocked a few ringgit off even when we had the cash in hand.) The petrol incident put both of us in a bad mood (not because of the value, although £6 goes far here!) But because we were clearly struggling to work out the notes and were taken advantage of.
Dan's mood was lifted when we stopped at an all inclusive resort he stayed in when he was 9 years old. This is also the same place he gave up on being a vegetarian after a week of egg and chips. Since finding tempeh and chilli filled courgettes I don't think he will do the same again. My mood dwindled further as I looked from a distance at the row of luxury resorts with double bed loungers and swim up pool bars. Oh how I'd like to stay at one for just one night and not have to worry about gecko's shitting on me. Or finding gecko tails on the doorstep in the morning, more cockroaches falling of the straw roof onto me in bed, ants running around my chocolate bar wrapper, jumping spiders in my bag, big ants in my bra, geckos falling off doorframes as I walk through them, huge gecko's running across the kitchen walls because of the million moths attracted to the flame of me cooking on the hob, some of whom in had to fish out of my dinner. I'm fed up with bugs.
Enjoying vegetarian Indonesian food[/i]
Next we went to Museum Pacifica. On the way a guy on a scooter asked where we are going and Dan told him. This has happened in most countries Dan always answers honestly and I later tell him off. So this random guy led us to the museum where it was then down to me to shake him off with rude 'thanks/bye/waves' otherwise he'd want to be our guide for the day with a tip and potentially taking us to his mates batik shop. Okay, so maybe I am way to cautious and have read too much travel advice but someones got to be the paranoid one. The museum was wonderful with loads of Indonesian inspired paintings.
On our last day we made the most of our expensive petrol and headed to Uluwatu temple and beach. Unfortunately our host got dengue fever so we had to have the last afternoon off. It felt like a snow day or that time you unexpectedly get to go home from work early. We're both aware that the trip is coming to an end soonish and have remembered that the real world with jobs and decisions is waiting for us at the end on March. We might have to be official adults :-S