Wawa Wewe .....

Thursday November 17

Packing our bags, and (almost) ready to go. Amed area, on Bali's East Coast and more specifically the villlage of Lipah.

Hello to Home:   As I sit here listening to gentle waves slurp (new twist on slurppie!) onto the beach at dusk....  this is (almost) the best part of the day, the sky is a muted blue/grey/pink blending nicely into the ocean.  The horizen is hard to define with the two coming together for twilight, stars and the night.

Ok we've been here since Sunday night, again extending our stay day after day!   We shuffle 10 steps from our veranda to the water with snorkle in hand. Us:  Living in swimsuits, with salt water dread locks, and multi-layered sunscreen gradually tanning our sleek, muscular legs and torsos (giggles).

We hired a car and driver for Friday - 8 am to 6 pm for R 400,000 approximately $45 CND to take us meandering around the ridge of a little mountain by the East Coast via Sideman ('verdant' road with every variety of green landscape), think we'll do an art musuem, a panaromic walk...,15th century balinese  royal palace (something we thing gardens, park or?) in Semaraprura eventually ending up back at Gusti's in Ubud for 4 -  5 days.

TEST QUIZ:  

We have an vague itinerary from now to December 3 (when Sandra flies awaaaayyyy) including  Paypal reservations made for November 29, 30 and December 1!!! CAN YOU GUESS WHAT WE ARE DOING ON THESE LAST 3 DAYS??? hint:   super duper special just for Bali Queens....

Wawa Wewe Wed night event:
 
NEWSFLASH, WOMEN:    Is your fantasy to be surrounded by exotic, buff, half-clad, greased-and-groomed Indonesian men? Clamouring for your attention??  Well... Guess what? Here's the reality:

We start the evening by ordering exotic Arak cocktails and quickly realize we (each other) are the best company of the evening. Too bad we didn't appreciate our alone time (10 minutes) before ...
Robin (our Snorkle Guide):  31 years old, depressed and lonely on palm wine joins us... tells a sad tale of his 'boring, hard, broke, and single' existence.  Now, it's gonna get worse (sorry) when Elvis joins us.  ADHD Elvis with his 6" greased Pompadour. He gazes on Fair Sandra with a brief light in his eye.... says:  'do ya wannadance?".  Dance-girl Sandra accepts.  Pompadour flops down into the chair and confidently smiles, says 'how 'bout the next one'? (puff. puff on that cigarrette!).  As the (excellent) rock n roll Balanise band plays we end up on the dance floor.  8 - 9 men join us with constant cigarrettes in hand and puffing madly, so surrounded by 'smokin hot' men.  Turns out Elvis has the attention span of a knat, and drifts away seconds after taking a dance partner onto the floor.  We can't help our selves from madly laughing... and the show gets progressively worse.  The guys start to understand enticing endearments are 'working' :   e.g.  where have you been?  how come I haven't seen you....?' and wanna go to the beach with me to see phosphorescences (pretty shiny living things in the ocean, at night) now?  (duh, yeh I wanna go to a dark, isolated beach with you NOW)....  Pompadour nearly cries when I brightly say:  gee, thanks for telling us... we'll make sure and look for them tonight when we go back to our room. Just Sandra and I.  The room is right in front of the water :).  Again, limited attention span saves us all as he drifts away.   The music quits promptly at 11 and at 11:01 Sandra and I make a mad dash to take the escape route out the door and down to our little refuge. Bewildered smokin' youngin's are left in behind, and we are eternally grateful as we arrive alone.

Stay tuned, photos will be posted next time 'round.

Abit of a sad tale for me:  yesterday Friday Nov 18, on our tour through Sedaman (drop dead, absolutely incredibly beautiful) MY CAMERA quit working. Sob.  We are relying on Sandra's camera now, thank goodness we have that. 






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