Ladyboys and Screwdrivers tearing about on Scooters. 28 and humidity what's not to go back for?
You do make a good point Micky ..... but there were of course the other extremes of Bali.
Nearby roosters surrounding the Villa who could not tell the time for love nor money, starting their persistent morning calls at about 4:30am each day, and not desisting until about 6 pm at night.
The ongoing dangers of the traffic ..... when the roads get too busy, the scooters and bikes decide to take to the footpaths, quite hair raising for the unsuspecting pedestrian quietly going about their business.
The feral monkeys at Ulawatu Temple who have a love for designer sunglasses (we saw several tourists stripped of them).
The 99% humidity of climbing up and down the 400 foot rice terraces in central Ubud.
Rats the size of small dogs scurrying around openly in places (right next door to Shapelle's place in Kerobokan)
And I used the term "dog" advisedly in Bali ....... As we never came across what you'd call a pure bred dog at all.
Most were just free to roam the streets in search of food, and were either a short legged, Dachshund type, with a head like a Labrador, or they looked like some sort of dingo that had been crossed with a hyena. Either way, a few of them were quite nasty, both in appearance, and in behaviour.
Oh, one of the other incongruous things during our trip, was a sunset dinner we had on the beach. As we reclined on beanbags enjoying our evening repast, the ever present hawkers were moving in about the tourists offering their cheap and nasty crafts.
All the places along the beach have live entertainment, so as we sat there, we were entertained by a trio of Balinese guys up on a makeshift stage, with guitars and drums ...... as they played and sang the Amy Winehouse song "Valerie".
That pretty much summed up the Bali experience for me I reckon ......... it was quite surreal at times.
Edited by GPJ_Longdriver, 09 August 2017 - 04:00 PM.