Now I have read JBR by the dozen to keep my addiction to Bali going and also to keep up with things. Sorry to disappoint but I guess I'm not going to do a blow by blow of what we did, where we went, where we ate and how much we paid for things. But to those of you who do, please keep them coming, as I love them.
Went to Geneva one day, man that was a blast. The night before a dude had slipped into the restaurant we were drinking and eating in (in that order) with toy babies that crawl and sing. The females among us bought one each, and I brought a transformer car. Naturally I had to see which one would win in a battle, so the table was cleared and the fight started. After I picked my broken car up and brought Binnies all round we left, me with bits falling off the transformer. Anyway I mentioned that because it relates to Geneva.
We went in there, and after establishing we were Kiwis (you know, Karmate Karmate, kiora bro), we were followed by a young sheila, which became a bit un-nerving. We tried splitting up but she was onto that and whistled up another minder, so we were tracked by twin Gestapo. I understand that being necessary for our cuzzies over the ditch, but being an honest upright citizen I couldn't concentrate on finding nic naks to put into my backpack...
Anyway I digress because the reason I mention Geneva is that they have realistic (full size) toy rats that are on display among the shelves. I couldnt find the shelf that sold them and buggered if I could grab one of the working models. I tried to point them out to my joined at the hip minder but I think she didn't know where they were kept either.
Then it was time to get to S & S so off we trotted in a straight line like 4 little piggies to get our noses in the trough. Ha ha, the line was never as straight coming back from the beach. You know Im sure its because of the peanuts they give us with the cloves in them. Anyway we were treated to entertainment, that night as the local lifesaving boys were drinking with a couple of Chinese? girls under the trees right by S & S.
A bottle smashed and that kinda ended the drums and yahooing. When a second bottle smashed, most of them buggered off real quick. It was about then I figured the entertainment was better behind me with the thought of watching some testosterone cowboy nutting off rather than just watching the sun set over Kuta Beach.
And it was, one of them had a lot to say and said it. Now if I leave out the swear words he actually didn't say much really, but I think he was saying something along the lines that he was a little disappointed that his love life that night wasn't going to go as he had thought.
I was surprised that he wasn't offered a poke in the face by one of the tourists he was performing in front of, but then again he was a wirey fit little dude with an attitude and it would have been as hard to hold him down as it is to hold my sister down for a little lovin.
The next night we saw the same guy whip out and rescue some clown that got into trouble on an inflatable canoe thing, So there, his Karma points probably squared up from the performance the night before. Mental note made that night by me. Don't eat as many peanuts at S & S as I am waking each morning with a headache and feeling a bit yucky.
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