Bintang Beach

Trip Start Aug 23, 1996
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Friday, June 13, 2008

After one last big night on the boat, we ate breakfast and then said our goodbyes to the staff. We stuffed ourselves into a little van and went to the airport. We were three hours early, but having already spent time in Bima, there was not much more to do, so we checked our bags in, found an airconditioned room and waited. After a delay, the plane landed, and once empty, on went a load of surfboards, followed by the bags. Once the staff let the punters out we were told, "your bags will not be going on the plane". Obviously a fight broke out !!! There were people who needed to fly the following morning, and they got theirs on. I bullshitted and got Lucy's on as well. Through the arguing, we held the flight up, and one last thing, I grabbed the bathroom bag and then jumped on the plane.
 
Once in Bali, James and myself went and complained. Him being a proper whinging POM, he managed to scam us some money, so we left and headed to Bingin Beach.

Jo had sent me directions. Jump in a cab, go down a hill, second right, walk through a cow paddock, arrival. Actually, it worked. Jo had booked us into an upmarket French place. Her room was built into the cliff face, complete with monkeys, whilst we had a bungalow. There was now only one thing to do, BINTANG !!! We sat back and told Hamish and Jo the story of our trip, and how we saw the search crew for the missing five divers. Jo and Hamish had actually been worried, to the point that they called the British embassy as she knew we were Pommie card carrying members on this trip !!! Wow, I actually have friends !!!
 
During dinner, we were joined by another Aussie couple. Ashley and Natasha told us that the place was full of Frenchies and we were the only Aussies. The convo went in a typical Aussie fashion, Fuck, blah bla hah, shit fuck blah blah blah, well fuck me, blah blah blah !!! Oh it was good to get back into the old Aussie lingo !!!
 
The following morning, after Hamish had fought with the local monkeys, he sat back watching the surf. It was only ankle high, so he didn't bother. This was meant to be the place where some of the best waves are in Bali, but they weren't working for him. Oh well, so we had Bintangs for breakfast instead !!! Later on, we made our way back to the airport. Once the plane arrived, we met up with James, and we found everyone's bags. Reunited once again felt so good. We said our goodbyes and grabbed another case of Bintang !!! As it was Jo and Hamish's last night, we decided to celebrate their trip and to commiserate as we don't know when we will see each other again.
 
We hung out during their last day, swimming and Bintanging until it was time to leave. We took a drive up to see Pura Ulu Watu. It's a group of temples built on a cliff face for the sea gods. It was typical Hindu/Angkor style with ratless Ganeshes in abundance. Being Bali, there were loads of little monkeys everwhere. We took our shots and then it was time to move on to the airport, but we did have time for one last bout of shopping in Kuta, and of course a couple of Bintangs. Hamish is evil, I've never drunk so much in Bali !!! At the gates of the airport, we said our goodbyes. I turned quickly because I didn't want Jo to see me crying !!!
 
We had one last full day in Bali, so we hung out in Kuta, buying presents and talking to locals. It had been a fun trip, and then it was over. We awoke the following morning, checked our luggage through and attempted to go through customs. Lucy made it, but my passport went for a walk into another office. I was told to follow. Inside I was told to sit. The officer fired up the computer, reached into his drawer and pulled out the regulation latex gloves. He typed in Murray, and an Andy Murray popped up. He read my passport, put away the gloves, gave me back my passport and bid me farewell. I was free to go !!! Don't know what it was about, but I was now on my way back to London.
 
And finally
 
Seeing a little bit of Bali was great, and it now makes me want to come back and see more and also Java and Sumatra, but a dream has been realised, and in the words of the Aussie band Redgum.
 
You've been to Paris and you've been to Boston
You've been to Fiji and you've been to London
But you can't impress me
Cause I've been to Bali to !!!
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nyc_girl
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Stealing from the Poor?
'Once in Bali, James and myself went and complained. Him being a proper whinging POM, he managed to scam us some money'

Seriously? Indonesia - a country whose workers earn an average $800 per year. And your negative, high-maintenance, constantly miserable self felt entitled to money from them?

You really are a sad person. Very sad.

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