Beaches, bars and a second butchering
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People i met here, who contributed to and improved my trip: Juliana (Russia)
Kuta used to be the favourite haunt of Australian tourists seeking World class surf breaks, this all changed with a nightclub bombing in 2002. Whilst tourist numbers plummeted and international governments advised against travel, the tourist capital of Bali has slowly been trying to re-group. The 2004 tsunami and bird flu have also effected peoples decisions to travel to this part of South East Asia. For those still willing to take the minimal risk and check it out, most come away with good tans and stories of fun nights out.
Our days seemed to follow a similar pattern of getting up in the late morning, sitting in a restaurant and having a cold drink with some lunch, followed by a trip to the beach for some sun bathing.
Hannes and Markus caught up with us a few days after we arrived - they had gone to do a few days surfing in Java, as a warm up to the waves that Kuta offered.
Other activities that hepled pass our 11 day stay included countless games of Ludo and cards, reading 3 books and more importantly the beginning of the football season! Leeds recorded 3 consecutive wins to start the campaign, but still remained rooted to the bottom of the table as we had been deducted 15 points due to 'financial irregularities'. Its not easy been a Leeds fan. Many bars had big screens showing the Premier League and with cheap beer on offer, it was a good combination to an enjoyable evening (for me at least!).
The 17th saw Indonesia celebrating their Independence Day and on the beach there were many groups performing their own festivities. This included sack racing, football and prayer offerings. The following day i decided it was time for a hair cut and sceptically walked into a 'hairdressers' near our hotel. When i saw the woman take out some small scissors and search through a bottom drawer for her clippers, that were stored in their original box, the alarm bells began to ring, but i resisted the urge to get up and walk out - what an idiot! She began hacking away at my hair with the nail scissors before deciding that a better route was to just chop lumps off with a cut throat razor. Next up, she set to work with the clippers, which were not oiled and presumably blunt as they kept taking off uneven lengths of hair.