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