More Shopping and an Afternoon with Made

Trip Start Sep 17, 2011
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Trip End Oct 07, 2011


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Bermimpi Villas

Flag of Indonesia  , Bali,
Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Woke up at 6:30, wonderfully refreshed. The cool, air-conditioned bedroom contrasted markedly with the warm, humid outdoor living room air, even at that early hour. We both spent some time lolling about on the big daybeds, sipping coffee and catching up on world news before heading out for breakfast. Note:  Of all the places we've ever stayed in Indonesia, this expensive splurge we're in is the only one that does not include breakfast in the room rate. And the only one that actually requires a substantial security deposit to boot. Just wanted to record that, for future reference, if I haven't already.

On our way to breakfast, we passed what we figured is one of the last remaining rice fields in Seminyak, all others having succumbed to greedy developers. The rice had been recently harvested, and a couple of barefooted men were plowing the field in preparation for another sowing apparently. It looked like unpleasant work, out in knee deep mud and muck. They were still at it several hours later when we were headed back to the villa. 

We ate breakfast at a place called Cafe Bali. The food was good, service was slow. The next several hours were spent shopping for gifts for friends and family, with a souvenir or two thrown in for ourselves. We had a limited amount of time to wander because we were expecting Made to show up for another visit in the p.m. When we were walking back up the alley to the villa, with a half hour to spare before he was scheduled to show, we saw him in the distance, waving his arms in greeting. He'd just arrived, having driven his scooter from his home in Nusa Dua. 

We sat around chatting for a bit then took off on foot to look for a place to eat on the beach somewhere. It took forever to actually get to the beach, even though it was quite nearby and we could hear the surf booming. All those pesky beachfront resorts, with their high fences and security guards, got in our way! It was funny, because our villa directory stated that the beach was just a 1 minute walk away. I suppose it could be done in that time frame, if one could magically hop fences.

Once on the sand, we all took off our flip-flops for easier beach walking. It was an overcast kind of day with some sprinkles, which helped with the heat. The surf was really cooking, surfers were out in the foam and waves, tourists huddled under beach umbrellas, cowering from the little bit of rain. It felt really good to us, and the going was pleasant. Until, that is, we got off the beach and onto a cement promenade, still wearing our bare feet and with no place we could see to rinse off our toes. We walked for probably another quarter mile, stopping for Made to chat with a guy who was rinsing off a sidewalk. We all scraped our feet around in the little puddles his hose was making (we really should have asked him for a proper rinse-off) before continuing on our way. We finally stopped at an outdoor restaurant, the name of which escapes me--having something to do with the Indonesian word for banana leaf. It's their gimmick, playing on the practice of using a piece of banana leaf, folded in a certain way, to use as a container for nasi goreng, or other types of hand-held meals. Our own meal selections all came out on banana leaves. Made had Italian (seafood and pasta), Bill ate Indonesian, and I made the mistake of ordering a cheeseburger. It was edible, but just barely. 

Back at the villa, Bill coaxed Made into taking him to a warung for Bintang. I asked him to get me a supply of candles. This place has about 40 candle holders, including two huge freestanding candelabra, but nary a candle to be found. I meant to remedy the situation. When they returned, Bill handed me a 12-pack of white votive candles. I proceeded to place 9 of them on the nearest candelabra. I lit them one by one, but by the time I got to the last one, the first one had already burned down to the point where it was dribbling wax all over the expensive piece of decorative furniture. It was a total waste. All had to be extinguished immediately, and then I spent time scraping wax. Hmph!

Made left around 6 p.m., after being called twice by Lasmi, wanting to know where he was and when he was going to come home. Bill and I rinsed our feet and changed our clothes before heading out for a light meal at Mykonos, a local Greek joint. We shared a sampler plate of hummus, olives, pita, feta, salad, and stuffed grape leaves. It was perfect in proportion as well as price. Another evening watching pirated DVDs followed, me in the upstairs living area (with my own flat-screened TV) and Bill downstairs. This place is starting to feel just like home!  
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