Day six last minute shopping and the mercy dash......
We all slept the sleep of the innocent that night and woke up for brekky a bit later than normal. The last day was a short walk down Poppies I and a few last minute purchases.
I found two shoe shops just opposite Danny's Laundry about 400 metres up Poppies Lane on the right who were pretty reasonable with their prices. I don't usually like to bargain with the men because I find them a bit more cut throat but these two guys were great and had a bit of a laugh.
One was Lion Shop and the other was Eny Sari. Older guys but like I said reasonable prices for the ladies sandals and they both had a good sense of humour. We paid about 30000rph-40000rph for ladies leather and fake leather sandals.
We never had any great drama with any of the shop owners as we always bargained fairly and tried to avoid anyone who looked Javanese. Honestly they do themselves a disservice because the only people we didn't enjoy bartering with were Javanese.
On the plane and a quick flight home. No drama with customs and out the door.
Then the real fun began.....Bali Belly. The wife got it on the last day and the minute I got off the plane, I got it. The actual second I walked out of customs it hit me. I jumped in my mother's car with her and one of the kids, the wife jumped in with my dad and the other child.
As I drove carefully along Tonkin Highway my mother commented, 'Are you doing *** KPH. Because my car doesn't do ***KPH'. I turned to her and said, 'No but it does do ***KPH', which was a little faster than she mentioned.
The Bali Belly isn't too bad. I think the pro-biotics helped immensely and as I sit here I can smell the French Casserole I've made for dinner, with home made bread, so I think I'm good to go. It's strange going from summer food in Bali back to winter food in WA.
Next trip is planned for April next year when I hear someone is turning 40.
Back survived. Wallet still recovering but it should pull through. Bali awesome. People fantastic and food is to die for and I just might. Kidding.
One little thing I would like to point out. In Bali if you wear a shirt that says, 'Buy some concrete and toughen the #uck up', or one of the other variations, you look like a Bogan but it's a bit of a giggle the first 200 times you see it.
If you wear the same shirt on the plane, you look like a Bogan but just an ignorant one. If you wear the same shirt down Hay Street Mall, you look like an ignorant Bogan who just got back from Bali and is about to get locked up or walk home without a shirt on........
Bali.