Fictional, this Place is Fictional. Bali packs a lot into a little island
<GILI ISLANDS>
After a rollercoaster ride with the speed boat Miriam and I arrived seasick on Trawangan. The search for a nice bungalow was easy and next was finding a good place to eat… what else ;-)
Bu’de where the locals eat, at the square on the left side street, offers good Indonesian food. try it!
We looked for a place with rental boards, but to be honest the waves sucked on Gili. As we pulled down to the beach side of the island we were unimpressed saying that the surf was not good but still disagreed, the water was crystal clear, aqua blue, and with little barrelling waves rolling in.
counting all the money… and it’s just a few hundred Euros… the zeros will make you dizzy.
The Indian food was quiet good but toooo expensive and the kitty was annoying.
Time for snorkelling, swimming with turtles, sunbathing, sun greeting …
After lunch … and no, I’m not pregnant, that’s just my jelly belly.
Last dinner together and last shower…
Saying good bye to our beautiful Gili home
on Gili you’ll see hungry kitties everywhere
last beach day and last belly sunburn…
last breakfast in bed…
On the way back to Kuta, Bali I again saw a Swastika (Hakenkreuz) tangling from the mirror in the taxi car. The word "swastika" comes from the Sanskrit svastika - "su" meaning "good," "asti" meaning "to be," and "ka" as a suffix. Until the Nazis used this symbol, the swastika was used by many cultures throughout the past 3,000 years to represent life, sun, power, strength, and good luck. There is a great debate as to what the swastika means now. These conflicting meanings are causing problems in today's society. But for Buddhists and Hindus, the swastika is a very religious symbol that is commonly used. Unfortunately I didn’t take a picture.
After this quiet chilly drive, I checked out Kutas surf shops but eventually didn’t find myself a suitable and affordable board in the right size. Not this time but hopefully soon!
My last lunch in Kuta/Bali at Poppies Warung, and last cheese cake…
GOOD BYE BALI – It’s no matter if you stay on a surfer budget or willing to leave the bills to the little people, a day of delights in Bali won’t have you singing the blues when you go home. Rather, you might just find yourself humming a gamelan tune, remembering your days in PARADISE.
Thanks for the fun company with Miriam and Ninke.
Thanks for bringing my big backpack to the airport and not filling it up with drugs, Andre.
Thanks Andre, for >hello I am it > how horny is that then > later André puts on his sleep-on-train > later the dog gets in the pan > I only understand train station > my dear Mr. singing club… what a laugh I had with the Germans.
Thanks for all the good luck and daily surprises during my travelling.
Thanks for being such a felicitously and blessed person going on this big journey of my life.
Thanks for making me so happy and fortunate, Bali.
Thanks for all the gado gado, mie goreng, pisang goreng, sate, pancakes, brownies and fruit shakes.
Thank you Balinese doggies for making my wishes come true (beside the wealth and world peace)
Jumpa lagi!