Sanur

Kuningan and time to leave Amed Pemeluk.  It has been lovely and I thoroughly recommend a visit. I tried to spend money on a cheesy Amed souvenir, nothing. I bought salt. That is enough.

Goodbye little cabin.

 Three per bike is usual, sometimes four.

 Locals after the ceremony were happy. Shook their hands Selamat Kuningan!

 Offerings at the temple outside the hotel.

The locals are dressed up this morning. Ceremony is early.

Kunungan and we are being driven by Gede to Sanur. He convinces us of a stop about halfway at Tenganan for coffee and we readily agree.

 Luwak - eats coffee beans, poos them out, dried and dehusked, roasted and ground. Coffee.

 Nice wrist action.

 All the blends of tea with flavours and sugared to the max. Some are nice. Some not.

Its a coffee and spice plantation theme park. The Luwak coffee sells for 50,000rp a cup. I figure thats the entrance price. Nice brew. Didnt buy any for the trip but did get some coffee ginger blend and some vanilla pods.  Figure we are going through the red quarantine channel when we return anyway. No big thing.

An easy drive from Tenganan to Sanur, the traffic is light and soon we are entering the driveway to Tamukami.  Our third visit.

I intend to get on the front foot with Eugene the Belgian resident owner.  We check in smoothly but it appears they are not here. 

Bit peckish so its a quick ten minute stroll to the Hardy's supermarket. I suss out a half bottle of "whiskey" with a Gilbey's label. $12. And a half of gin. and some limes and tonic.

Back up the road for a quick bite to eat, fairly innocuous meal. Then to the room and later we decide to eat at the hotel.  Nice food, bit bland, the spicing is too beige. The owner arrives. Just back from Belgium where they have buried his wife's sister. I hope she was dead.

Massive bed here at Tamukami, two queen sized joined together and a large mozzie canopy.  I sit on the terrace with a snifter of "whiskey". Smells like nothing, maybe a bit caramel. Definitely not whiskey.  I sip and wait. Nope not bleeding from my ears yet, so maybe, but there is no taste at all.  I pour the glass back into the bottle. Not touching that shit. Air con set and zzzzz's

Sunday and we are planning tattoo's for Monday at Kadek Tattoo just around the corner.  My last tattoo was done at Kadek's in 2010 and it is time for another.  Bit of Pinterest research and I am down to three options, cycling or a scarab beetle.  Choices.

I decide to go for a walk to South Sanur and find a mysterious stone pillar that is supposed to be the oldest man made artifact on the island of Bali.  Got a vague sense it is off a narrow laane off Jalan Danau Poso so I march off.  Sandy is getting her toes done.  More on that later.

The Hyatt has dominated Sanur for decades.  We have wandered through the grounds on a few occasions marvelling at the pampering and isolation on offer.  Sandy's first trip with her family was to this hotel in 1983. Now its shut. And starting to crumble from accelerated decay in the tropics.  Nore the bored security guard.  I do know a man was killed by a python here maybe a couple of years ago?

Wander up the road some more. I am a terrible shopper. Cashed up refuse to buy the crap on offer. Same shops same stuff all crap and haggling is a pain in the arse.  Here's another building with some cool graff.

Anyway this bloody stone pillar. Its near a temple, in the red light district.  Single man I get a couple of whispered entreaties - happy ending, Cialys, etc. Jalan jalan. The massage places are less salons and more well brothels I guess.

The signs tempt someone for a 4 hand beer massage, four hand triple s massage.

Jalan jalan.

And there it is after a bit of wandering in circles. Half buried the very rickety shed they have built around it is slowly rusting/rotting away.  I do not read sanskrit so maybe do some googling.

Call from Sandy's Uncle Ray, in town heading over for a feed, so I start the three kay stroll back.  Cooling down with cloud cover.

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Translation - Mother Megawati Soekarno Putri, please save Bali, cancel the reclamation of Benoa Bay.

Sandy has seen Ray and Sandy from the nail salon. They have managed to slice her cuticle and one of her toes is bleeding. Not very attractive but red nail polish.  Anyway we head to Ducks Nuts for cold beers and a bit of food. 

Spicy chicken wings are not. The nasi goreng, mee goreng and chicken breast are all good. I miss out again.
More beers and a couple more. Then dinner at the hotel - chciken cordonbleu yum and a walk around the area, through some back lanes and into the local night market.

She looks happy

Yes of course it works. That's why a tobacconist is selling it

Cos seahorses are medicine for kidneys

Its a party in my pants!

BEEFCAKE!

The market is finishing at 8.30.  We wander some more, get an icecream Es Krem and wander down to the beach and see some ritzy hotels not seen before.

Then a dinosaur emerges.

What is it?

No idea what that is.
Head back to the hotel and the Sumatran 6 piece folk music ensemble is strutting their stuff. Quite nice with a gin and no conversation with my Japanese bar rat.  I do know Kampai though.

Sleep comes and I leave, walk ten yards to the room and at the dunny before the knock on the door, I didnt sign my one drink bar bill.  FFS.

Tuesday second last day. Coffee blogging breakfast and a walk to Kadek's. I dont have a booking after all. There's a bloke getting a full upperarm sleeve and chest. Just started. Damnit.
So I make a booking for Cait for 10am 26 January and leave.

Watch out anjing I am going to kick you.

Freed up the day. It will be cheaper for me to make a booking with Kadek, book a one night hotel, get inked and return than to get a tattoo in Perth.  Kadek's art is of the highest quality, and after my last tattoo where I himpaid higher than the local going rate, I only want him to do my work.  Cool, I can put more though behind my ideas and maybe get a coverup on my first tattoo.  Choices.


Might be the last blog on this trip. Thanks for reading. Please comment here not FB. Tar.
Steven