Day 3: The Clan arrives en-masse...

Trip Start May 14, 2009
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Trip End May 24, 2009


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Where I stayed
Melasti Beach Resort, Legion

Flag of Indonesia  , Bali,
Sunday, May 17, 2009

I awake covered in bites and cuts from where I've scratched myself in the night.  I get a quick breakfast of Mee Goreng and then check out, whilst being asked why I didn't sleep in my room on my first night.  They assumed I hated the place and left.  I don't think they are used to people checking in and not actually seeing the room!

I checked out of my room as I managed to wangle a free room at a better hotel.  The only trouble is I have to share.  With my little Brother.  Yes, the Clan arrives today.  I sat on the beach for a few hours and even watched the plane come in to the airport that had on board my immediate (Parents and Brother) and extended (Nan and Aunt) families.

Disappointed that I didn't use my brief "alone" time for any good, I slowly walk up to the Hotel they will be staying in, a much larger and more upmarket place on the beach in Legion.  I sat at a local bar for a while, waiting for the family to turn up, and over the course of a couple of Bintangs have a chat with the owner who reckons he owns his own Tattoo parlour....like everyone else in Kuta eh?  I make some throwaway comment that I'd stop by the place and maybe get something done.  Big mistake.  He took that as "I would definitely get a huge, expensive tattoo" and literally hassled me all week later. 

I didn't notice the time had been rushing by, as I watched some AFL (Aussie, not American, Football) with a bunch of rowdy Aussies that took a shine to me, for some bizarre reason.  So I get a phone call an hour after I was supposed to meet the family, who had already checked in.  Oops.  I go to meet them, although at first I'm not allowed into the hotel grounds by security.  "It's full" I'm told repeatedly.  I try to explain I have a room, but alas, it falls on deaf ears, so I find a side gate and sneak in.  I find my family in the reception.  They stand out.  They are unashamedly "Brits abroad".  My brother has taken his Chelsea FC top off and is showing his Bulldog tattoos off.  They are all very white.  My Mum has a bum bag.  I've not been on Holiday with them in 14 years, so I'm a little apprehensive on how this is going to come off.  I'm very independent, I want to go everywhere and anywhere, I'll talk to anyone, I'll taste anything, I'll jump off a cliff for a laugh.  My family go to Spain, eat Chips and Beans and like to sit by the Pool.  So I can play this two ways: 1) I'll do it all alone.  That doesn't bother me at all, but the cost does.  So 2) came into play: Persuade them to do what I wanna do, and share the costs six ways.  Clever eh? 

Before all that though, we have to get a new room for my brother as it's a double, and I'm not sharing a bed with that guy.  I don't know what story they spun the hotel, but he gets put into a twin instead...next to my parents room.  Party time indeed!  With that sorted, I recommend retiring to the bar.  Amazingly, they agree, so we romp on down there, at some point meeting up with Andy's family from Australia and Canada.  Bintangs are drunk, we hit a local restaurant that serves Aussie food for my family, and Indonesian for Andy's family.  Fun times by all.  Catching up, bitching, drinking, eating...you get the idea.

This in turn lead to more drinking for myself, my Sister and Brother-in-Law.  We went to a couple of Aussie bars, where even I was embarrassed to be (and I have no shame).  Andy told me no one was allowed to visit Kuta without witnessing the horrors of the Bounty, a huge nightclub decked out like a Pirate Boat.  Naturally I was up for that, and a quick walk later I was experiencing fat European backpackers "grind" on the dancefloor whilst very fit locals danced on the podiums.  After a couple of "Jam Jars" (literally a Jam jar filled with ice, rice wine and some flavouring, I was in no mood to go home, so I stayed on when the other two left.

I'm not sure if it's embarrassing or cool really to go to a club on your own.  Either way, I had a great time.  I found, in another part of the club, some sort of rock/metal covers band, who I really enjoyed for an hour.  After that I thought best to get going, it was almost 2am, and I was on my own.  However, I got outside and immediately went into the club next door, Paddy's. That's the effect of hearing a Pendulum song I guess. Paddy's Bar was one of the clubs that got blown to pieces in 2002, during the Kuta Bombings.  Thankfully it was rammed to the rafters with Aussies and European Backpackers, all intent on having a great time, and hopefully giving the finger to mentals worldwide who want to kill people.  Another two hours later and I finally left, alone, on the back of a Motorbike Taxi, after a fantastic time.  I realise neither place is particularly cool or trendy, but who cares if you have a good time, even alone? 
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