Anyway where was I, oh yeah in search of the ‘Real Bali'. So off we go to Klung klung to see if its there. Now I wanted to show Emms the Halls of Justice thingy and the museum and gates to ancient city etc. A guide attached himself to us and said that it would only cost the price of a sandwich for lunch for his services. Now the buildings and grounds were right there in front of us, and as Ive done a bit of hunting in my day. I thought I would be able to find them. However a bit of background broken English seemed the order of the day and so I asked how much in Rupiah he wanted to convince me that his English wasn't great and that I have a hearing disability.
Crikey I understood he just wanted the price of a sandwich for lunch to tell us the story, but I was amazed that he had the cheek to want to fly to New Zealand to order it. After a bit of tooing and froing we settled on a price that would only get him to Perth for the sanga. So if any of yous there see a short asian ordering a feed in broken English over the next few days, say Ian says giday.
Into the grounds, its actually bloody neat and if I closed my eyes real tight and concentrated I understood every seventh word from our guide. Unfortunately in doing this I didn't see buggar all and sat around S & S that night with Emms going through the digital camera shots, showing me what we had seen. Looked great. Must go and see it one day.
What about the museum. Talk about advanced, these guys have been into interactive long before we knew what it meant. Heres me, heads straight for the lances, pulls one out and reverted to childhood. Waving it round and with shouts of how would you like this up ya, I managed to clear all of the Euros out real quick, all except for a coupla Aussies who I knew wanted to join in the game except their better halves had managed to clamp their mitts and dragged them outa there.
Emms managed to get great shots of the wall panels on the ceiling of the hall of justice? and after she showed me what Ive got coming when I go to meet my maker I think I will have to give up the excess peanut binges at S & S, smoking and living dangerously. God to have my rectum plucked out and cut off by someone that looks surprisingly like my mother-in-law, just for farting in public just doesn't seem fair. I was trapped on the bottom panels and have achieved in my lifetime enough bad things to have all of my extremities as play things for the gremliny things for centuries. The fish might as well have removed my several kgs of excess in Tulumben, at least they would have fed a family of fish for a while (ha ha).
Point to note, that I forgot to mention re Geneva. I AM GETTING FITTER. I must be, as I struggled up the stairs at Geneva, but found it a lot easier on the way down. Kept that a secret and celebrated with a dozen binnies that night.
PS maybe found the Real Old Bali in Klung klung, but not what Im looking for. Maybe when we go to Goa Gaga.
Ianz