you get excited about the supermarket. The real deal I’m talking about now, you know the kind of super market who has other stuff than 32 different kind of noodles. So I’m in Bali for a romantic week with myself and I spent the last hour or so walking around the isles like a shop lifter with no purpose going ahhhh ohhhh whaaaaa. Picking stuff off the shelf and putting them back. It was overwhelming. I didn’t know what to get. So I left with a package of Green Tea. Oh the fancy imported stuff? No the exact same one that I buy at my local kampung AlfaMart. Bali – Kampung, 0 – 1
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It’s time to say goodbye
and for some reason you have four (seriously who does this) logs that’s decided to leave the country with you. Well it gets interesting because well people always find it funny to look at western girls especially when they are accompanied by big and heavy surfboards and other junk trying not to run over people or knock down to many signs. We also picked the best time to leave, just at the beginning of the rainy season so there was flooding and landslides to put into the travel plan. Pretty excited that despite the poor odds we reached the airport in normal time (8 hours in the car, ha ha) but now we had like 5 hours or so to kill at the airport and what do you do with your four logs and other junk? Well we decided to leave them just in front of the airport where our driver dropped us of with our new taxi driver (and other random hangarounds) friends while we went for makan and a few rounds of Uno. All good we where right thinking no one would like to take of with our boards in the middle of the city because when we came back a few hours later they where still sitting where we left them. So much for not leaving your bags unattended…
