The minibus ride to Kuta only took an hour. We arrived early in the afternoon, and, after checking in at the hotel, went looking for lunch. We ate Indonesian food at a shack by the beach, where Harrison, the man who seemed to run the place, explained recent weather to us, at length, before sitting unnervingly nearby while we ate. The food was excellent, and the extremely sweet teh tarik took my mind off Harrison’s close proximity to us. After a walk along the beach, we browsed Beachwalk Mall, reacquainting ourselves with work attire and the Western brands we hadn’t seen since Hong Kong in late November.
The following day started with breakfast in a Western pancake house called Flapjaks. It’s the kind of place we usually avoid, but we were dehydrated, hot and definitely not thinking straight. The giant waffles we ordered were good, but a bowl of muesli and a cup of tea would have been far more appropriate. Next, we walked to the beach, but after only a short while it started to rain, heavily. We sheltered in a nearby cafe and played Scrabble over a latte. Rainstorm over, I took the opportunity to visit a barber shop. I had read good things about barbers in Bali, and liked the look of a place called The Headmost. I showed the barber a photo I found on Instagram so he knew the hairstyle I wanted, and although I’ve never been in a barber shop that long, he did an excellent job of reproducing it.
Following a morning run along the beach, the first thing I discussed with Fionnuala was breakfast. Whatever we ate, it wouldn’t be from Flapjaks. And it wasn’t. We found a lovely cafe serving breakfast-appropriate food on our way to the beach. The clouds of the previous day had been replaced by bright blue sky, and the heat of the sun was intense. We rented sun loungers on the beach, where we uttered the words “no thank you” to many offers of massages, pedicures, ice creams and surf lessons. After two hours of that, and a game of Scrabble, we made our way to the Discovery Shopping Mall in order to escape the heat. Our last evening in Asia was spent on Legian Street, where we ate dinner, drank Bintang, and even allowed ourselves dessert. Our flight the following day wasn’t until the afternoon, so for once, we left packing until the morning.
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Nice post, I love kuta but the most problem there that the beach is so crowded and trashes are everywhere.
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