Part something Goa Gaga
Thought all the local were very perceptive today either that or my tan was kicking in. You know, everywhere I went I got Kiora bro, Kamate kamate. Ha the old steinlager shirt with New Zealand plastered on it. Cant fool them. It was welcome respite to Giiday maaaaate, I know you.
So with a peanut hangover it was off to Ubud and then Goa Gaga (sp). Timing was perfect. What better than to fly for 10 hours, wait seven days and time the visit to Ubud precisely as there is a case of bird flu confirmed. Guess Emms mum had a point when she tried talking us into changing our tickets to Fiji. Great alternative I reckon. Dengue fever followed by a burst of automatic 5.56mm rifle fire from an over zealous cretin who has illegally staged a coup. Also the bananas there give me a mean headache when drinking Fiji Bitter.
There was a local ceremony happening in Ubud and we followed the procession for a while taking photos and acting like we were close to discovering the Real Bali, until I noticed there were a few snotty nosed chooks following us a bit like the Geneva Gestapo so we held our noses, barged through the procession, flung ourselves on the floor of the van shouting Drive Drive to Gusti. One has to be cool in those circumstances normally but you cant take chances even though it meant shaving a few Karma points. Breathing through our shirts we high tailed it outa there to Goa Gaga.
Ha, another gauntlet to run. With the sound of Sarong sarong, you must have sarong, we made it to the ticket office. I had long shorts on, with the fly open (you know the ones). Anyway expecting to be flung into 'mercy' of the stall holders to buy a sarong at roughly the price of my whole holiday bintang bill, I was surprised when a dude starts putting a calf poo yellow sarong around me. I am a wise old Baliphile and said amachisit amachisit, which roughly translates to, how much is it how much is it. Blow me down it was really included in the price. That's the only free thing I have received in Bali except for nits (but that's another story). Thumbing my nose at the stall holders and narrowly ducking a dead chook thrown at us we headed down the stairs. God I was fit and took them with ease,
Goa Gaga is pretty neat eh. I could see it 50 metres away and so declined the offers of a guide sitting at the bottom of the stairs. Ha walked straight there and 'hung around' a group that had paid for a guide. The old every seventh word understood conversation again and I realized that I now had a far greater lack of knowledge of my initial lack of knowledge about the place. When I mentioned this to Emms, she explained that the guide was talking in Dutch to the group. Explained everything, well everything except that I had lost my fitness going up the stairs. That could be explained because I had accidently played with some of Emms body bits in the cave temple. Maybe Karma didn't think that it had been accidental, but it was honest injun.
Gasping for breath and being purple faced, helped at the top and stall holders let us pass, either that or they thought they had clobbered me with the chook and were taking no chances???
2000 rp for a 2cc wee weeze just before the car park and we were off to. Yep S & S for a belly full of binnies sans nuts. Avoiding Ubud we were heading back to my Real Bali....
Ianz