Monday, October 25, 2004
destination for retirement
bali bali bali. a place where i thought nothing of but to unwind from the taxing month before. but the trip surprised me. the welcoming hospitality of the balinese. the low-priced cost of living. the heart-breaking moments of poverty. the over zealous massagers, pedicurists, tattoo artists and taxi drivers. the awesome driving skills of cabbies in impossibly narrow lanes. the frustrations of finding a similar item at a lower price five doors down the road. the amazing food. the sweetness of the entire experience with my beloved.
bali
from left: mak having his massage, sunset at tanah lot,view of mt kintamani,me at padi fields, tasty snakehead fruit.
some special moments.
episode 1- the one with the mango.
being a mango slut, mak bought us 3 mangoes to last the trip. with a sudden craving for mango at 1am in the morning and discovering to our horror there're no knives in the room, we've decided promptly to do things the super primitive way. PEEL. and that we did. mak's recorded an MPEG of it but i reckon blogger.com doesn't support videos so i can't show you guys how disgusting i look eating it. but heck, as long as it gets down my stomach, i dun really care now do i?
episode 2- the one with the potential kidnapper.
went to deja vu as recommended by a manager at maccaroni (which incidentally has fucking awesome interiors designed by an architect). was trying to hail a cab back to kuta when this dodgy man in sarong approached us and offered his taxi services. oooook. in our anticipation to go back to poppies, we trooped hesitantly over to his cab. and alas, it turned out to be a rusty looking van with dark windows. FUCK! with a million worries running thru my head, mak made the immediate decision to walk away and ignore the angry sarong man's shouts bout us being unfair (by not taking his erm...potential kidnap wheelies).
episode 3- the one on the beach.
its heart breaking trying to lower the cost of beach massages when its already so lowly priced. i felt like the cheap slut bargaining my way thru the masseurs and repeatedly rejecting persistent mani/pedicurists despite the temptations of submission. ended up doing the massages and going home with 3 lovely tourist accessories (shell bangles). branded with 3 tattoos made visible in my bikini, mak had to help fend off annoying tattoo artists who kept pestering me to do more. bali men, for some peculiar reason, seem attracted to women with tattoos. but really, would i pay for stick-on tattooes when i really dig the real thing? and do i look like i wanna take the risk of doing my tattoo on the beach with unsterilised needles when i didn't even want the manicurists getting near my cuticles for fear of infections? man...
episode 4- the one with tears in her eyes.
with not much expectations cept for a great romantic chill out, being the sweetie that he is, mak had once again turned my heart to mush when he did certain things that warranted hugs every 5 minutes.
kutapoppies
i miss bali already.
bee wrote this at 10:03 PM
