Being Potatoes at Potato Head beach club

Today had been earmarked for relaxation as this holiday has been go go go and we are definitely running out of puff. We started off at the Pattiserie that we’d spotted yesterday Poule Luxe, I'd done some quick Google research to find out the opening time. We were very excited but unfortunately for me the coffee was weak, the croissant was buttery but not crispy and flaky the way I like them. I think though that Vicki was really happy as this  was what she'd had in Guatemala for breakfast. 

 Looking super touristy we promenaded in the opposite direction to our walk yesterday. 

We’d had a brief discussion re attire and somehow Vicki and I remained in our swimmers, since we’d been at the pool earlier on. We’d decided to head to wards Seminyak Square although the tourist reviews were dismal,  like, who believes reviews? Obviously not us, we’re like the kid who eats a hot chilli because he doesn’t believe it will hurt him. 

Anyway we walked till we were about to pass out from heat exhaustion so we went into an air-conditioned place to enjoy the cool. It was called Mozzarella and an Italian focus, as if you hadn't guessed!

We stayed so long that we ended up having breakfast. The girls had a dragon  fruit bowl  and I had eggs Benny as believe it or not I'm starting to miss making my own fruit bowls as my set up at home is so good. The venue was gorgeous and Keiko and I were both enthralled by the fancy toilets! 

 We set out again and walked  for what seemed to be a million miles in the pounding sun. When we couldn't take another step we flagged down a taxi and paid about a dollar to get to Seminyak Square which lived up to its bad reviews on Trip Advisor. The plusses here were that, a) aircon, b) Keiko got her glasses fixed.

 Ready to move on, we once again enquired about the beach.  We were told that we only had a ten minute walk to the beach which was a blatant lie.  So once again, completely fatigued, we stopped at a gorgeous yet slightly warm Warung for lunch. 

The food was fine, the most memorable moment was Vicki’s sates which were brought over on a little hibachi, there was so much smoke that she was hidden from sight.  I think that Vicki enjoyed her meal the most as she was also waxing lyrical about her mango juice. As indo food is common for me, I had sliders which aren’t really worth discussion. 

The sun was now beating down relentlessly, Keiko caught a cab back to her favorite massage parlour to have a hair treatment, she has had a lot of pampering done! 

The beach was actually nearby and after 

walking rapidity through a Carpark we strolled along the waters edge. Vicki’s knee was hurting so we took it easy. The Potato Head was just a few hundred metres up along the beach so in we went to attempt to join the throng of beautiful people. After our water was confiscated, we went up to see if we could reserve a day bed which is apparently what one does at this club, lay in the sun to be seen. As a completely Indonesian looking woman I was met with derision when I enquired. Nineteen people were ahead of us waiting for a piece of the action.  Having read on Trip Advisor that there was minimum spending of approx $10, per person, I was shocked when the booking wallah told us it was a million rupiah which equates to $100. Vicki intimated later that it must be a technique used to weed out undesirables. I enquired at the quieter pool as I’d seen a girl with a bottle of soda water as to her minimum spend.

 Anyway, we sat down poolside spent about $20 in total and were there for several hours. I used sunscreen on my face and shoulders which is rare for me, I am worried though about what Vicki will be like tomorrow. 

All luxuried out we trudged up the beach again after collecting our contraband water until we reached the next watering hole. It’s honestly not as exciting as it sounds, Vicki just needed a coffee by now she seemed to be in a fair bit of discomfort in her knee and wanted to go back to the hotel. 

 We booked massages for tomorrow and continued home. We reconvened with Keiko at the pool and decided to go to Bli Crackling for dinner. I ordered a Grab car which was taking too long.  We walked onto the road and  paid about dollat to be driven to our destination. 

 It was standout great, for me the standout was the $4 pina colada,  it was enormous and seemed to packed with a lot of punch. Vicki the mashed potatoes, and Keiko said the whole meal was incredibly delicate. I'd also ordered extra crackle which was embarrassingly supervised, but it was not like my mother in law's crackle, more the type that you buy in packets for beer snacks. I must note that the service was impeccable here, the wait staff were very friendly and went out of their way for all the patrons. 

Sadly, we could not squeeze in any more food so we had to skip the delicious dessert.  I'd actually like to come back just for a cocktail and dessert! We were so exhausted by all the sun and were also in what could be identified as a food coma so we flagged down a taxi and Vicki struck the bargain of the year asnd got us a 30 cent cab fare! So we all went to sleep in very high spirits. (Well Vicki and I  did, I think Keiko was disturbed by the bargain and wanted to pay more). I am so looking forward to the massage!