27th-28th July 2006
It’s been three years since my last long haul flight, but the one that sticks in my mind is the one I took ten years ago. I had two suitcases, one with an orange sticker saying VERY HEAVY and they added up to 50 kilos. They were my worldly possessions, the things I had deemed important enough to take with me to my new life in
So stop me if you have experienced this system before, but me, I was blown away. Eighty films, countless TV programmes, music, games, all at the touch of a few buttons. Wow with this system even Flight path became exciting. The pages of the Sudoku book curled, I read about four pages of The Kite Runner (I know this may be the pot calling the kettle black, but I’m not impressed with Khaled Hosseni’s punctuation there. There’s different and then there’s downright: ‘What the hell are you trying to do there?’) and the ipod was positively ignored.
Two hours in
By mid afternoon we were on the beach lined with multi-coloured fishing boats, painted and shaped to represent elaborate fish. The sea was rapidly retreating to the reef and we watched the semi submerged fishermen casting their lines out.
Estrella and I went on a water mission returning with three bottles of water and three separate offers of massages. The offers started at 20€, but by the third person we were down to 5€ without even trying. We were all messed up with time so we kept saying ‘maybe tomorrow’ but it turned out to be a pretty effective way of haggling. So by five o’clock we were all being pummelled while I was receiving a simultaneous pedicure. Estrella was disgusted that my toenails bore remnants of varnish last applied in April, but man there’s other stuff to do in the world. Anyway, this tomboy now has red toes with eenie weenie flowers on them, even my pinkie!
Today was more of the same, beach, walks, swimming, massages, Estrella ruining the luck of one saleswoman by buying all her sarongs from a competitor ‘Why you no give me luck?’. Tomorrow is the beginning of birthday weekend and we’re off to Ubud up in the hills. We’re rested and limber.