Trip Start Aug 23, 1996
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Back in Kuta, we grabbed a new hotel, dumped the bags, jumped in a cab and headed for Jimbaran. Jo and her man Hamish, had gone upmarket at the Intercontinental. It was fucking huge, way to dear for this tight assed Jew boy !!! At the desk, we asked if a Jo Swinton had checked in. The reply was no !!! We asked them to check for Hamish, but we didn't have his last name !!! Lucy asked for him to search on the first name, but it came up a blank. He then spelt it out to us. Himi, NOOOOOOOOOOO. Hami !!! There was only one, so we set off. A quick knock, and there was Hamish, who told us that Jo's plane was stuck on the tarmac in Sydney !!! And there I was complaining about my missing bag. So Lucy and I investigated the room and stole anything that wasn't nailed down !!! For payment, the done thing was to get Hamish pissed instead !!! Finding a bar in this monstrosity was hard, but he had a map !!! Yes, a map for a fucking hotel !!! Loads of beers went down, before we called it a night and we headed back, hopefully to see Jo tomorrow.
The Next Day
We walked a bit around Kuta, stopping to see the memorial for the Bali bombings. Loads of Aussies killed. Very sad. As the arvo dragged on, we went back, found out our mate Davey had booked in, so we raided their room. Inside were Davey and Brent the bent rent boy from NZ, plus a new interloper called Paul. A few doors down was another diver called Jake, so we headed off for some Bintangs and to shoot some bullshit. It was good to see the them both since our last dive trip. A couple of hours later, we rolled back into the hotel, as Lisa had arrived. Another face from last year, but we did not have time to gossip as a call came through, Jo had arrived and we had to move.
A knock on the door, and there she was, full of abuse at me, which is so typical of Jo !!! I wouldn't want it any other way. Once again, we raided the cupboards. Jo was horrified, whilst Hamish just laughed. We were now fully stocked up !!! Using the map, we found the restaurant, ordered, ate, drank and spoke a load of Aussie crap. It was so good to catch up with her. I knew practically all the gossip as Zonth had moved to London, but we spoke about old times. Times when Jo would sneak out, jump in my car and we would drive. Once back at her house, she would always ask me to take off quietly so nobody would know, I would say yes, then drop the clutch, wheel spinning/screeching down the road. I only wanted her parents to know that she was home safely !!! Nothing changes, I'm still the same !!! The hours rolled by, and then it was time to go, as we had a plane to catch the next morning.
Over the years, well all 42 of them so far, I've met loads of people. It had been great to catch up with Jo, a couple of hours was not long enough, so arrangements have been made for another meeting. Hopefully, more fun will be had