A Bloody Good Night Out!
Trip Start Aug 13, 2008
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Our house smelt like the set of Fame! with so much hair spray and talcum powder in the air, but after an hour or so of back-combing and face painting we were all zombied up and ready to wreak some havoc. First victim was the security guard on our complex, who jumped out of his chair as we approached. He told us he thought something had emerged from the jungle! We stood out in the road, trying to flag down a becak to take us into town. As motor cyclists swerved violently out of our way and a group of kids on BMXs did an about turn and sped away screaming, the guard pleaded with us to come back inside and order a taxi – he was worried we were scaring people too much!
We decided to walk up to the main road where we could take a lift from the becak stand. En route we were stopped by a passing car for a photo and also sent another pack of petrified children racing off into the darkness. Indonesians believe very strongly in ghosts, black magic and spirits, so the sight of two zombies plodding along a side street in the darkness was obviously too much for them. We couldn’t help but think that this fear of zombies and the living dead may stem from the sight of ex-pats celebrating Halloween in the past – ancient urban myths and ghost stories passed down about the time they saw these pastey-skinned, incredibly tall beasts stumbling past them…
We (eventually!) arrived at the restaurant for dinner, to find many couples and families out for a pleasant Saturday evening meal under candlelight. The place fell silent as we crashed through the front doors and came stumbling in. I immediately spotted a friend of ours at a large table and made a beeline for him, wrapping my hands around his throat and demanding blood again. As it transpired, he was out with his girlfriend’s rather wealthy and respectable family for her niece’s eleventh birthday party!
We left the restaurant and flagged down another becak. He actually already had a passenger but he was so desperate to take us, he let us gatecrash this guy’s ride and take him on a detour! Charlie clambered onto the back on the sidecar as I sat on the back of the bike, and once more we set about spooking the traffic and posing for on-the-move photos from passing cars and bikes. We arrived and realised none of us had any small change, so I went for a wander round a few food stalls looking to break a note. Having already been in costume for so long, I almost forgot what I was wearing and couldn’t understand their reluctance to speak to me. It then dawned on me that not only was a 6 foot 4 zombie stalking around these poor people, but I had also come out with no shoes on and was lumbering around in ripped-up and holy socks beneath my tattered trousers.
Our chosen port of call for the end of the evening was the bar at the JW Marriott hotel, a fantastic Halloween band providing the music as we treated ourselves to some scary cocktails and posed for yet more photos. During their set, one of the girls tossed me a microphone as I danced on top of a table and asked me to sing with them for the Cranberries’ ‘Zombie’ and I improvised a little with a Halloween rap mid-song.