Idiots in Bali (Part 2)

After what happened yesterday, I thought I’ll try the same technique today – befriend strangers to get what we (or I) want. I am stubborn like that, I make sure I get what I want.

In search of breakfast, I wandered around just outside Matahari-Kuta departmental store  and came across a few men manning their pushcart. We met them briefly yesterday when friends bought some funky glasses. (Yes, those Kanye West irritating shades are sold everywhere here.) So today I used my favourite tactic of befriending others, – nope, not flirting – I pretended to have known them for decades.

Don't we look like we're bestfriends since we were born?

Don’t we look like we’re bestfriends since we were born?

After yakking for a minute or two, I asked for the nearest stall which sells nice food, preferably a place where locals dine in. The guys said it would take about 30 minutes to get there by foot. Using skills learnt from drama class, I acted all weak and tired and lazy…basically, helpless. Hope it didn’t seem like I’m flirting! Obviously, I made it sound like a question, when it was actually an order. Honestly, they don’t need three men to set up that one pushcart anyway.

So here’s the deal, one of them (I totally forgot his name haha!) would lead us to that place. Obviously I have to be his pillion. My lady friend is a tad more reserved than I am. They lend one of their bikes for my friends. This means that we’d get there faster, about 10 minutes. My tactic worked!

This might sound corny but maybe it's fated for us to meet. Look at our matching tops!

This might sound corny but maybe it’s fated for us to meet. Look at our matching tops! Gosh, I’m almost as tanned as him.

They got a smaller bike, who cares. As long as we can have breakfast. This is fate. Look at her dress and the bike's colour. Toldcha.

They got a smaller bike, but who cares. As long as we can have breakfast. This is fate. Look at her dress and the bike’s colour. Toldcha.

Ahhhhh! After squeezing through tiny lanes in between houses while invading privacy and going against proper traffic, we’re finally here. The moment we entered, locals looked at us like we’re aliens. Well, we dress differently. In the beginning, it felt like they didn’t welcome us. After offering smiles, they went back to whatever they’re doing. I guess they were surprised to see us as much as how we were surprised to see the whole kampung (village) congregating there. It’s either the place is popular among locals or this is the one and only place in that area.

Though famished (from last night's dancing woohoo), I managed to snap a picture of the array of food.

Though famished (from last night’s dancing woohoo), I managed to snap a picture of the array of food.

These are people who couldn't be happier to have food in front of them!

These are people who couldn’t be happier to have food in front of them!

After breakfast, he (okay let’s name him Yellow) offered to take us around. Oh did I mention we offered to pay for his food? I mean, he deserves it. Yellow (haha!) didn’t eat as much as we did, but I’m sure he enjoyed watching three hungry pigs eating. I’m very sure. Look at that smile on Yellow’s face:

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Even though the sea looks tiny from where I was at, I felt happy, really happy. Okay maybe it’s not the sea. Maybe because I’m not walking, I’m on a bike. Maybe because Yellow is showing me around. Maybe because I don’t have to wear a helmet. Maybe I had a great breakfast.

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Those wires are freaky. We don’t have those in Singapore.

I was happily snapping pictures, without a care in the world. Thank God I’ve mastered the art of being a pillion without having to hug the rider. My hands are busy with the camera.

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My friends behind Yellow and me.

My friends behind Yellow and me.

The first stop is the Bali Bombings Memorial Site. The happiness which I felt when we were riding through the streets of Kuta evaporated, vanished into thin air. Friends and I browsed through the names of the victims… Thinking of how the families felt, or still feel about the whole fiasco.

Bali Bombings Memorial Site

Bali Bombings Memorial Site

Bali Bombings victims

Bali Bombings victims

The solemn mood quickly made way for the normal mood. Friends and I took pictures in front of the memorial. Looking back, our poses seem rather inappropriate. Nothing vulgar of offensive, but we were smiling…you know those touristy shots. Those are fine, but not for a memorial site. Not that we have to pose crying, but I strongly feel happy shots aren’t appropriate.

Yellow brought us to other places, mosque, church, etc. Let the pictures do the talking now.

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Church

Church

Mosque

Mosque

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After a good few stops, Yellow brought us to Dreamland Beach. Back then, only surfers and nudists crowd the area. I was glad to see that the place is clean and well-maintained. The long, dusty and hilly journey was worth it.

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From afar, I was thrilled to see colourful umbrellas waiting for me!

From afar, I was thrilled to see colourful umbrellas waiting for me!

Scorching hot! The sea is burning!

Scorching hot! The sea is burning!

I love this picture. Honestly, the sun was blinding me, I was as good as blind when I snapped some of these pictures but this turned out lovely and one of my favourites!

I love this picture. Honestly, the sun was blinding me, I was as good as blind when I snapped some of these pictures but this turned out lovely and one of my favourites!

This is the most awkward touristy shot ever, but worth a laugh. So, go ahead.  (Seriously, what's with my pose???)

This is the most awkward touristy shot ever, but worth a laugh. So, go ahead.
(Seriously, what’s with my pose???)

This is the part where all I could think of was to take refuge from the scorching sun. Of course, I could always afford a smile.

This is the part where all I could think of was to take refuge from the scorching sun. Of course, I could always afford a smile.

The beautiful view from my hiding place.

The beautiful view from my hiding place.

This is me documenting how sweaty, sticky and burnt it can be. So please people, not having a sunblock is a sin in Dreamland.

This is me documenting how sweaty, sticky and burnt one can be. So please people, not having a sunblock is a sin in Dreamland.

I wish I could surf but I have terrible balancing skills.

I wish I could surf but I have terrible balancing skills.

Goodbye Dreamland.

Goodbye Dreamland.

We made our way to Jimbaran for dinner by beach. You can read it here.

The breathtaking view in Jimbaran.

The breathtaking view in Jimbaran.

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