The Northerner described Kuta to me as “Satan’s armpit”. I’m here with Scrat and it really isn’t that bad. Probably because it is off season. We’ve spent two days enjoying the sun, scoffing great grub, street food from the night market as well as visiting a spit-and-saw-dust joint with some of the best seafood I’ve eaten this trip and one posh dinner at a place called Sardine and lots of clothes shopping.
We’ve scrubbed off the forest and had mani/pedis. Scrat’s feet are so damaged from fieldwork her woman asked her, “What has happened to you,” I laughed so hard.
Last night we went out for her birthday, a fantastic dinner at Sardine, where we drank Bellinis, a beautiful bottle of Rose and sat in quite a spectacular setting.
Somewhat squiffy we jumped in a cab and ended up in two dodgy lounge bars, Red Carpet, were we had Jaeger shots, met fat Russian sugar-daddies who insisted on paying for our very expensive round and imagined that was their night sealed (Ha, ha ha!), I bought a pink wig; Caz got a hat like the waitresses, they sang happy birthday to her and came her a cake with a sparkler in it – looked like a bleedin’ rocket. After one too many martinis we went into another place called La Favela. Very cool. Great music and danced all night until 4am. I met a German giant – he was six foot six. He had to sit down on a bar stool to have a conversation with me and I am by no means short!!
Today my head hurts so bad. I can’t write. So this is a brief post. We are off to Ubud. Yoga and temples here I come.