a break that lasted too short

The break in Bali was a blast. Only thing is that the break was too short. 7 days in Kuta would have been just nice.

My timetable for the 4 days I was there was very simple and standard:

9:30am - wake up, 9:45am - breakfast, 10:15 - watch tv and sleep somemore, 11:30am - off to THE BEACH!!! 1pm - drink salt water for lunch or have babi guling 3:30pm - some light shopping 4:30pm - More beach time till the sun sets, 7:30pm - hunt for dinner and more light/window shopping, 10pm - tani at hard rock and 1:30am - zzzz.....

How I wish everyday could be like this. It seriously feels like a Sunday everyday. Even the locals there describe life in Bali as a Sunday everyday. The local do nothingi but surf and surf and surf during their free time. Hock and my conquest for topless female sunbathers was a big failure. The only people that went topless sun bathing was the old, rinkled and fat aunties.. let me tell you what a "sight"!!!

Alright, even my time table was quite standard for the days I was in Bali, I'll still give you all a day by day run down

First Day - The Departure

Reached the airport nice and early. Checked in early. Some how, knowing Hock and I being the super lepak type, it was no surprise that we were the last ones and I mean really really the last ones to board the plane. Even the attendant at the gate asked us to run. All eyes stared at us as we entered. Anyway, there was a slight scare on the plane. Pilot announce "We have problems with our nevigational system, please, please turn off your hand phone", 10 minutes later the pilot announces again "We still have problems with our navigational system......" by than I wasn't scared even though my mom dreamt that I died in a plane crash to Bali a few days before. My thoughts were screaming... "NOO!!! We're not turning the plane around!!I've been looking forward to this trip in a long time!!!". Thank God, we made it safely to Bali. By the time we arrived it was 6pm, nothing much to see but Hock and I still made the best out of it and went out straight to check Kuta streets out and try to remember all the places we've been to. Not too bad, we remember all the directions. Let me now tell you about our hotel room at Macure Hotel. It was more a couples room. How do you tell it's a couples room?? Wooden see through bathroom doors and windows that can't be locked. So each time you bathe, you can see the silhouette of the person changing and bathing. Now, if only it was Kristin Kreuk sharing the same room as me. I called it a night early while Hock went out for some drinks with his colleagues at you believe it or not where??? K-mart.. Bali's version of 7-11.

Second Day - Sun, Sea, Sand and Surfer Hock

I didn't have a good nights rest because Hock was snoring so loud and talking in his sleep. Talking in his sleep is bad enough but he had to talk in some foreign language, I think it sounded like Thai. Hock was up nice and early while me who didn't sleep much the night before slept in until about 9:30am. For the day, Hock went surfing with a surf school while I who wasn't really interested in surfing set out to look for a nice proper, note the word proper massage palour. The only massage "parlours" I could find were "special massage" palour, so I thought may as well head to the beach. The first sight that greeted me was the throngs of locals trying to sell me things from beads to chains to renting surf boards and body boards. The second sight the greeted me was a topless sunbather.. At first glance, I seriously thought that she was a man. The waves this time round is Kuta beach was just awesome. So much better than my last trip... It's so nice just to swin against a 8 feet wave and have it crash on you... the moment is just priceless. I met up with Hock in the beach later after his surfing lesson. We were just lazing around when this local dude tried and asked us if we wanted to make a tattoo. After so much persuation and bargaining, Hock and I became sell outs and got ourselves tattoos... temporary tattoo that is. While we had our tattoo done up, 2 super gorgeous girls walked by. We knew they are Malaysians because we came on the same plane. Hock and I thought, want to get to know them?? Well, me being the shy one.. Hock made the first move. I just can't tell how good they looked. Anyway, one girl's name is Cheryl, she's from KK and the other was Wendy, she's from Puchong. Anyway, they turned out not my type because their older than me and one sentence from Wendy really turned me off.. she said "Usually I doesn't smokes and doesn't drinks.. only now holiday I smoke and drink." Hock seemed to like Cheryl more as she was more the attitude kind. Wendy was nice to look at only. Hock had a good time with them, bought things with them, teaching them how to negotiate and yeah tried to meet up with them later but we failed. But Hock the man did get Wendy's phone number.

Hock made very good friends with his surfing instructur Michael Wu. Yup he is local and one of those rare chinese that didn't had to go through a name change. We really thank God for Michael as his friendship was genuine. He took us around, bought us lunch without expecting anything in return. Usually in Bali, if someone is this nice, sure he was a fat sum from you... but thank God Michael was genuine. Anyway, Michael took us to this place for massage and spa at a super good deal. All we had to pay was RM96 for a 2 1/2 hour treatment that consisted of a full body massage, yogurt scrub, milk bath and the finale of a flower bath. A treatment like that in KL would cost at least RM360. Words can't describe the feeling after the massage. Dinner was at a simple warung and it was chill out session in Hard Rock Cafe.

Third Day - more sun, more sand, more water

As usual, didn't sleep much because Hock kept me up the whole night. The routine, I only woke up at 9:30am while Hock was up at 8am and ready for the beach. I only strolled to the beach at 11:30am after one good breakfast. Now I have to talk a bit about the buffet breakfast. It was heaven beacause THERE WAS PORK BACON!!!!! BALI PORK ON!!! Bacan and eggs for breakfast!! It's hilarious to see Hock on the surfboard but you have to give it to the guy's "don't give up" attitude. From standing only 5 seconds on the board I think he made it to 10 seconds. We had babi guling for lunch. For those who don't know what babi guling is, it's Bali's specialty. It's something like our "char siew" like that. They serve it together with the pig skin deep fried until like the suckling pig's skin, and they also deep fry the stomach and all this mix to become one complete meal.. It was just awesome!!

Basically we spent the whole day at the beach until the sun set. We tried to get pictures of the sun set but by the time we went back to the hotel to get our cameras it was a bit too late. Hock, his colleagues and I were suppose to check out Embargo, this night club that is only open for foreigners. Locals are not allowed in. However Hock being Hock, initiate and initiate and he went to bed at 10pm. I couldn't sleep, it was the last night in Bali and I wanted to "party" a bit. So I ended up in McDies eating supper at 12 midnight alone and made my way to Hard Rock to watch the band and to wash the eye a bit. I was sitting alone on this table, and than this really gorgeous chick came and asked if she could join me. I tell you she was really a chick, her name is Aida and she's local and the most beautiful local I've met. We chatted a bit, talked about the music, the bars and the life in Bali and than the truth came out.. she asked "Abang nak teman malam ini? Saya boleh massage abang.. kita boleh balik bilik abang.." AH MAN!!! She was a hooker... craps!! And I thought I just became this handsome hunk that a sweet girl wanted to get to know me. Sorry lar.. not really into hookers so I can't see through some of them. But I'll be honest, like I told Ps. Mike and my parents, the only thing reason I didn't fall into temptation was because I didn't have enough money with me than.. I only had like 100K rupiah left which is suppose to be for my airport tax the next day.

Funny thing was before Aida "joined" me at my table. I noticed there were other professional "call girls" around but non bothered me. I mean who would bother a chinese ah pek dressed in just a t-shirt, shorts and slippers that had a face that looked like he was going to bite and probably had not much money in his pocket (which was true, I had only like RM50 on me than). That was until I had my second drink. I wanted to reserve my cash for the airport tax so I paid for my second Coke with my credit card. Than I saw all the eye brows raised. That was when Aida came out of no where. I mean Aida was just dressed in a normal short sleve tank top with jeans and very light make-up and her "friends" were dressed in either tight leather with micro tight pants or lassy blouses packed with super kow thick make-up. So can't blame me for thinking that she was probably lonely that night and was looking for a friend to chat and get to know... ahhh darn!!! the power or money and the stupidity of man who just can get sucked into a girl's charm!!! Lesson to all, don't drink Coke. My dad just told me this.. "I'm glad you are now honest with yourself". Wonder what is that suppose to mean. Only consolation I had was that the most pretty looking hooker in Hard Rock approach me. Maybe I'm not that ugly after all.. or was it my credit card that was cute and handsome.

The minute Aida knew I wasn't interested after trying to ask me like 5 times to take her with me, she just left out of no where and probably on to her next target. I left straight for the hotel for fear if some other "Aida's" came along and bugged me. Back in the hotel room, I was eager like a girl wanting to tell Hock what happened but he was already sleeping like a log

Fourth Day - The End

Both Hock and I got up early, we wanted one last round of the beach before our bus left at 11:30am. We were already on the beach at 9:30am. Hock as usual is already addicted to surfing and I was just addicted to swimming against 10 feet high waves with no fear of drowning or Hock's surfboard hitting me. It was sad when 11:30am came. The journey to the airport was like "sad". You all should know the feeling when you're enjoying something and when it comes to an end.. something like Arsenal finally loosing to Manchester United (sorry I just had to add that in).

Both the flight's stewardess going and coming back really rock man. I mean MAS Stewardess are not like last time, can't look at them at all. No wonder MAS won best cabin crew award. Well, there are other stories that happened in Bali which I can't say here because it's just not right. Stories like how Hock "molested" me and how he took pictures of me bathing and changing is just not suited for certain audience here. Hock Seng, if you're reading this, I hope you'll erase those photos. Let me tell you that they can't sell so no point posting them on the internet and charging people to look at them.

I really thank God for this break and I really enjoyed it. I thank God for His protection over Hock and I. Sorry Aunty Chiew Har, I didn't take care of Hock because I could hardly take care of my eyes.

I'll post some pictures up later as usual. The boring "speech" must come first.