Next morning, we anxiously watched the news channel, and didn't hear anything about a near miss at Denpasar airport, but then we wouldn't have been able to anyway as it was all in Indonesian. Last week in Bali eh! Better make the most of it. We decided to take Sean to Bubba Gumps for lunch and then spend the arvo hanging around the Waterbom Park.
The grub at Bubba Gumps cost more than the trip around the island. Great meal, though. However the last thing ya need is to scoff into a big feed, and drink 17 sprites before heading off to throw yourself down a variety of bent irrigation pipes.
Naturally, as soon as we got there, it decided to rain for the first time in 2 months. One thing I noticed about the Balinese is that although they are great artists, they can't design structures for the life of them. I looked around at the rides, and every one was crooked, some even having complete twists in them. Never mind, we hit the first one where you go head first down on a mat.
Not bad fun at all. I walked back 10 metres and retrieved my pants, and putting them back on, decided that I had better tie the drawstring a bit tighter around my gut if I was gonna have another crack at that this lark. That was a mistake I can tell you, as the next ride was with my legs facing forward.
Half an hour later I had managed to retrieve most of my pants out of my crotch, and somewhere in the back of my brain I remembered an old science teacher banging on about force equalling mass times acceleration. At the time I didn't have a clue what he was getting at. Well I had just had a science lesson. With my mass (due to many binnies over the years) and the acceleration thus achieved, my pants had hit my nether regions with the force of a Boeing 797 smacking into a mountain range in the Andes killing a shepherd and three of his lovely sheep.
I limped off to the lazy river ride and did a couple of circuits of that until the swelling subsided and the pain eased off to about 9 out of a possible 10. With a squeaky voice I asked Emms and Sean what they wanted to do next. Well Sean had found a new set of rides and we had a shot on them. The boomerang was pretty good, and Emms and Sean had a few turns on that while I wandered back to the bottom of the first ride to watch people lose their strides upon entry, then Emms appears and grabbing me by the ear, walked me over to the kid's pool whilst deleting all the pictures I had just taken.
There was a big container above the pool that fills with water and then tips on you. I can tell you that would not be allowed in the good old politically correct NZ (hell, I am not even allowed to thrash the kids with a jug cord anymore, let alone remove parts of their anatomy). The force ripped my pants down to my ankles, bowled Seany completely off his feet and squashed two toddlers, before washing them away forever. Tripping over the bodies,we played under that for a while, with Emms chuckling away at the results each tip caused. One very prim young sheila wearing her hair in a bun, and wearing a skimpy bikini came and stood by Seany and I. Boof, the water dropped, so did her hair, bikini top and bottom. Would have made an excellent before and after shot I can tell ya.
Reluctantly dragging ourselves away from the park, we headed back to our digs. The rain hadn't eased off that evening, but being intrepid travellers, we wandered down to the beach for a binnie. Blow me down, what a pack of whoosies. Deserted. A little bit of rain and everyone had scarpered. Back home there is a hill behind our house, and if you can see it, it's going to rain, if ya can't, then it's raining. Oh well, we settled into the Captain Cook bar for a session, and then popped across the road to 9 Restaurant for a scoff.
Later we sat on our porch and listened to the rain for a while before putting the cat out and turning in for the night.
Another day in paradise, and not many left.
Regards Ianz