We followed her to a warung just left to the entrance . We all elected to have the omelette, it is a shame that the breakfast offered is Western as the omelette was dry. The highlight was the fresh dragon fruit and the drinks we purchased, mine was a huge mango juice which was a meal in itself. Vicki and Keiko both chose the dragon fruit juice which was incredibly vivid in colour.
We didn’t go back to our rooms and made our way to the supermarket which had heaps of fashion items at Australian prices. We went to a cafe called the kopi kiosk. I’d brought along some soy milk which proved to be superfluous as they had bonsoy! I shouldn’t have been surprised to hear that the owner was a westerner. When he told us he was American, Vicki articulated what we were all thinking about American coffee, god bless her honesty! Anyway the coffee was worth the $5. There was also an air conditioned lounge that we commandeered for our personal use, the toilet in the courtyard was also appreciated.
After a near mishap at the atm, Vicki was able to get out some money. Keiko also did a money exchange and unfortunately lost her glasses in the process. The main street wasn’t a shopping success, I purchased a shirt for cuz Sam and a singlet to sleep in as all my luggage had been scrutinized to com py with the weight limit and PJs hadn’t made the cut. I was lucky though that I snuck in my cosmetics and electrical adaptors and extension lead in my Cpap bag, I was stoked that this medical equipment was free to bring along. We walked along the beach promenade for ages and stopped at a fancy resort for an early lunch.
My sate campur was super tasty but the girls gado gado looked uninspiring. However the scenery at this resort was amazing and once again as a woman of advancing years once again the toilet was a bonus.
We didn’t really get that far when I succumbed to the temptation of a massage , I also got a pedicure which somehow ended up with my big toes sporting flowers, a bit full on, however Wayan who had hands of gold was delighted with them. She was such a darling that I gave her a big for me tip ($5).
Whilst I'd been relishing the pampering Keiko and Vicki had enjoyed some retail therapy and a coffee. They had also found the Sea Turtle Conservation sanctuary which they warned me was underwhelming.
Yep, correct completely blah, but I got some cute photos of Keiko with a turtle, I myself declined a pic as I was sure my youngest baby would not have approved. After this we wanted to have a seafood platter but thought the better of it as it was only 3 o’clock.
So the girls made a giant sacrifice and had a full body massage each and Vicki took it one step further and had a pedicure. I took one for the team as well and bought four dresses and a boob tube. After that I waited for the girls by the waters edge on a deck chair, listening to some music (Pink). Once they were done and we’d hugged it out with our talented masseuse we almost frolicked with glee to Amphibia the seaside Warung where they rustically grilled fresh catch o we charcoal. We’d tasted some whole grilled ikan earlier when my curiosity and drooling became obvious to the muscle-bound Dutchman who was about to tuck into it. I loved it, Vicki was ambivalent as she has had a lifetime of fresh fish from her parents.
Keiko and I shared a platter and Vicki purchased her own. It was sublime and we were also entertained by our fellow diners. There was a table of huge Dutchmen behind us and two young Americans beside us. They were apparently the Dahls and were captivated by the twisted plant adorning our table, so much so that I presented them with it. The guy was sporting a rather strange cap with a trout poking through it. His wife told us it was because he liked strippers motor boating it. They were amusing to talk to and enjoyed being jibed by Vicki on the Trumpster and gun control. Fuelled by two bottles of wine they became quite impassioned, dancing around us and cavorting in what became increasingly irritating. Vicki scared them off by not only talking about a wooden penis but informing them that we were teachers. The nail in the coffin was when she told him that he reminded her of a feral she had taught, so he waltzed away to splash in puddles with his wifey. At this point we graciously made our escape.
We needed to use the facilities but they looked rank and I didn’t want to pay. We were having such an ambient time so I suggested that I take one for the team and get a chilled coconut at The Artotel as there were gorgeous four poster canopied beds to recline in. What purported to be have an hour turned in to about three. It was absolute bliss and we literally had to drag our sorry selves home we were so exhausted by sea, sun and surf. A cab was on the cards and we decided to walk until our little painted feet gave out.
Very funny especially Vicky scaring off the Dutchies
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