All girl's trip to Bali - to celebrate the upcoming weddings of my friends Shih Wei & Jie Ying. In short - hen's nite lar...
Anyway, we had a splashing good time there (though we didn't get any splash of sea water) shopping till our feet grew sore and we of course conveniently blamed it on the RM6 Balinese beaded sandals...At that price, I can bet my entire backside you won't be able to find in KL.
Gals in awe of Tanah Lot
Lee & her painting's artiste
Was looking for some decent fashion stuff I could wear but as you guessed it, typical tourist spot stuff. Loads of beachwear brands, somehow, I could get a deal in KL so... hmmm.
Me at a painting shop
This was the 2nd time I went to Bali. The one single thing that I missed the most (OK, besides the people's hospitality and warmth), is "Kacang Disco". Yea, our tour guide thought we wanted to go Disco when we asked about it.
I got 5 packs of 400gm Kacang Disko, just the right amount to stuff into my cabin size luggage along with my clothes and of course my toiletries which took up 2/3 of the total luggage weight. If they start to have restrictions on check-in luggage, that will put all the misery I can ever imagine while traveling to become reality. "Siaow meh"? Then will cause those Mak Datins and Creme de la Mer Tai-tais not being able to travel at peace (or in one smooth botox-injected piece), that leads the airlines to reap less profit from business class ticket --> not possible for the near future. Pheww.... lucky I can think of a solution to that fast!
Sad part is, the Krispy Kreme franchise closed for renovation. We managed to go for Dirty Duck - jeng, jeng, jeng. It's a restaurant known for crispy duck a la Bali, what were you thinking? ;-)
Of course, a trip to Bali wouldn't be complete without the massage and / or spa session. It's cheap and heck, we were on holiday! Time to get those joints cracking and those tense muscles relaxed. My masseuse was a plump lady(thank God for that she can really twist and press my body like mee hoon kuey), soft spoken and..can't remember much of what she said to me coz it didn't take long before I started to wander off to Dreamland. Did wake once or twice when I realized I was starting to snore (hehehe...), hopefully I did not water the nice decorative plants under the massage bed with my drool (I don't think this happened though...nah...)
Oh yea, we went to this place called "Kama Sutra" - for drinks and dance. Well, nothing 'acrobatic' observed, but I would say that we had a jolly good time there. They do have more waiters than waitresses, but since no-one offered extra services to us, maybe it's just the name. Anyway, the place serves good drink at good price (our cocktails cost around RM20 a glass, I had beer that explains why I have this tummy despite all the crunches I did). And the band was pretty good too. Well choreographed and entertaining - got us all moving to the music. Please note - partying in Bali starts at midnite.
I definitely have to end this posting with my lizard encounters. Yup, you read it right - lizard as in house cicak, those beige/brown reptile with sticky toes and breakable tails.
Encounter #1: Cicak fell on my head while I was busy selecting el-cheapo Balinese bead slippers. Expression on Shih Wei's face - priceless. I don't know how to describe it, but I would have done the same if it didn't happen to fall on MY head - coz I cannot see the cicak mah. Luckily it fell off on the slipper pile when I shook my head.
Encounter #2: There were so many cicaks at night along the corridors of the hotel. I had to walk combat style, trying to avoid a direct cicak on my head for 2nd cicak-on-head incident. Saw an enormous cicak on the roof of the hotel restaurant. I'm not exaggerating, it was a gecko sized cicak (what am I babbling about? Gecko is a cicak la...)
Encounter #3: Dead cicak discovered in the shower area of our bathroom. Fortunately, cicak's dead body only found in the morning of our departure.
Look forward to my next holiday. I'm always looking forward to vacations nowadays, I'm still having post-business-travel syndrome. Now, the office feels like a cage.... C'est la vie, mes amis
Food, glorious food at Bebek Bengil
