Oh nuts! I knew I would do it one day, leave my bag in a taxi that is, so there I was standing forlornly on Jln Danau Tamblingan, bagless, as the Bluebird headed into the distance. Brian helpfully suggested that I ring my mobile number but naturally when I reached for my bag to get my phone I remembered that I no longer had a bag nor a phone.
At this point the Kuta Kowboy sprang into action and ran down the street like a gazelle across the Savanna in hot pursuit of the taxi. He leaped on the back of a motorbike with a cry of "follow that taxi" and disappeared into the sunset.
Well, given that the KK has a habit of disappearing into sunsets left right and centre I was not optimistic but shortly afterward he returned on the back of said motorbike, tipped the driver handsomely (from my purse) and I was reunited with my bag. my phone, a couple of lollies from Hardy's some scrumpled up tissues and a very nice "Ducks Nutz" singlet bought for my mate John in Perth. He is of course a man of taste and sartorial elegance.
We retreated to the aforementioned Ducks Nutz bar and restaurant lured by the sound of live music and a sizable crowd. Apparently this happens every Sunday at 2.00 til 5.00. What a great afternoon not at all spoiled by the Kuta Kowboy's obsession with the purchase of a new Vespa which he thought I may be buying for him.....Fat chance!