For most visitors, Bali is the destination they have been counting down for; annual leave, school holidays, honeymoon, girls pamper trip or post-season footy debauchery. We are in the unusual situation were Bali is a transit zone or a weekender. Like a trip to the city from down south, when lounging in cafes and browsing through boutiques melds with food shopping and errands in the light industrial area. We are neither tourist nor expat, although we wander in both shoes.
We had three nights in Bali enroute to our end of the archipelago. First on our list was to hire a scooter and head straight to Bintang supermarket for a banana binge. Floods and cyclones have pushed bananas in Australia to a luxury level and we were dearly missing our staple food. The whole kilo was devoured before we left the carpark.
There was still room in the tummy for more tropical fruit and a soy latte at Grocer and Grind while planning our list for the day. (Note : G & G have a new branch on Jalan Uluwatu in Jimbaran, which is a welcome addition to this espresso starved area).
You might imagine my list to be populated with a massage, pedicure, bikini wax and hair treatment; in between high tea and a beach walk. I thought that as well, until the reality of picking up new bamboo blinds, shipping air cargo and getting fingerprinted at immigration bunted the spa activities aside. However, we did both get to the haridresser; for Tom's pre-season hair cut and my damage control treatment.
"Oh dear madam, you're hair feels like sand."
The blinds are to replace those destroyed in the wet season storms, thanks to the failure of our assigned worker to close down the house. The domestic air cargo is not on any tourist itineraries that I'm aware of, and so should it remain. Unless Gen Y and younger would like to see what a typewriter looks like. Look mum, no cords!