We arrived in Klungklung and dodging a few beggars in the carpark, we paid and went into Taman Kertha Gosa. Donning skirts we were approached by guides, and for those of you who remember my last series of JBR, you won't be surprised to hear that we were hit on by the same guide as last time, who having charged me the earth, was now happily semi-retired on my money and able to travel the world on a regular basis.
I thanked him for his offer but I lifted my skirt and showed him that I had spent my last arm and leg on binnies in Amed. Robbie and Sue hadn't been to the complex before and headed off to see the paintings on the ceiling, depicting what's gonna happen to them when they shed their mortal coils. I grabbed Seany and we scuttled off to the museum to play with the spears. After knackering ourselves chasing each other over the grounds chucking them at slow tourists, we reassembled and slipped the broken shafts back into the pots we got them from. I called it a draw, and although he said he had speared one more than me, I pointed out that they had rolled into the moat, thus although presumed dead, he couldn't count it. Can't be fairer than that.
We then wandered along from the exhibits to my favourite bit, where last year they had display rooms of famous expat artists works of Balinese people. I was explaining to Sean that I don't really look at all the topless ladies painted and that I only go there to read the articles when we rounded the corner and blow me down the area was closed. Maybe they were going through hard times, I almost felt bad enough to return the Rudolf Bonnet painting I had found just hanging on a wall, last time Emms and I were there.
Bit of advice when leaving the complex folk. The guides took my skirt back. I showed them my ticket of purchase, but they did it anyway. Mongrels.
Emms took Sean over to a supermarket off from the carpark for a feed, and when I caught up with her, she said she felt terrible because there were kids begging outside the supermarket. I did too because we had left all the spears back at the museum. No time to reflect on that. It was time to head back to the coast road and pop back to Legian. If Putu stops moaning about the pain he's in, wipes the blood off his eye and just drives, we might even be back in time for binnies at sunset.
We were. We arrived back to the Baleka, and with 'Hi honey I'm home' to the startled manager, and squelshing grape skins through the grounds we were shocked to see that we had our same rooms. Time for a quick shower, no wait, quicker to hit the pool and take some soap with us, then we all marched off to the beach for a quite Binnie (or two) and watch the sun set over Kuta beach.
Later we went to Patricks restaurant (beside Rickys) and I scoffed into a big feed of frogs legs. As we were walking home, for some strange reason I had the urge to catch moths with my tongue. Back on our porch, with vodka in hand, we watched Sean lure a gecko from the room next door all the way over to our ceiling and down our support pole by playing a laser dot just in front of its head. We also watched a plane leaving Denpasar airport suddenly jerk off course and descend 1000 feet before finally righting itself. Hiding the laser, we scurried inside, turned off the lights and pretended we weren't there.
That night in bed with Sean lamenting the fact that Emms and I always seem to get a squeaky bed, we both quietly, (as parents do) told him to shut up and go to sleep.
Another day in paradise
Regards Ianz