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Friday, July 29, 2005
+ The Madcap Adventures of Dolph, El Iano and The Spawn of Satan +
Tales of Daring-do, Faulty Toilets and a Shrieking Lobster Nick.... Marcus... Ian Spawn of Satan, Dolph and El Iano respectively...... protecting what is closest to our hearts A Tale of Two Cities In Singapore, hotels may give u a complimentary basket of fruit. In Bali, they give u complimentary bottled water. The irony is, the bottled water will be 10 times more precious to u than a basket of fruit anyday. S'pore: u spend 2 to 3k trying again and again for that elusive driver's license. Bali: Primary school kids whizzin around on motorbikes. Though choice to make eh? S'pore: GST 5%, service tax 10% Bali: service tax 15%, plus you're too embarrassed to ask for 5000 rupiah in change. S'pore: Parents worry kids watch too much MTV. Bali: Our TV has zero reception, so we use it to air our clothes. Hell, it doesn't air anythin else rite? S'pore: An unbeatable range of cuisine is under S$5. Bali: S$200 makes u a millionare. i was a millionare and a bankrupt 3 times in 4 days. S'pore: Reports of ATMs failing to dispense the specified amt. Bali: Our room toilet flushes and refuses to stop. Even overnight. Over-achiever indeed. The Call of the Beach 6 am run along the grey sands of Kuta beach with Marcus. Felt goood.. then realised some amazon-babe archetype was running laps around us... BAREFOOT!! Saw her finish off by heading straight for McDonalds. Good on you babe, u earned your Big Breakfast. Awoke Nick back in the room, and we got the whole 39 strokes tounge lashing. His main argument was "Who goes jogging on holilday?!". Whiner. Got a whole slew of water sports on Bali's Southern coast. Para-sailing, banana-boating, jet-skiing, snorkelling. Snorkelling was the most value for money. Its exactly as shown on National Geographic. Taking bets on Marcus' chances of being eaten by a shark. Beach was fanastic, you can walk out a hundred feet and still be in waist deep crystal clear water. Dinner at Jimbulan Beach,the candle light, the pseudo-spanish band, the noise of 10 foot surfer waves smashin the beach, yup, the whole enchilada. Spawn of Satan briefly considers a last minute conversion. Adventures on the Awang River (dingy approaching rapids) Instructor: "Your first time white water rafting?" 3 of us: "Yup." Instructor: "Me too!" *cheeky grin* (-_-")(-_-")(-_-")... Bugger of an instructor.. he even directed us to paddle the raft in reverse while it was spinning... so we blindly follow until we ran smack into a rock... throwing us into extremely unglamorous positions. He topped of the move with an evil laughter.... hahahhaha... one helluva ride River bend; supposedly calm waters,so we wade in to snap photos... and nearly get swept downriver. Now THAT would have made the 6 o'clock news. Tour guide says our hotel is actually a few blocks away from the Bali Bombing Ground Zero. Our parents won't be too pleased to hear all the shit we learnt today. Apart from the near-death experience on the river and our proximity to the terrorist target, had a brush with Bali's sleazy underbelly. Usually guys ask u on the street: "U need taxi?", or "Transport sir?" 3rd day saw questions like "Women u wan?"..and.. "Marijuana?" The novelty and absolute audacity of the last offer really stunned us as we walked by, couldn't even get offended at the guy for supposing we were junkies. Gone with the Waterbom Welcome to Bali's version of Fantasy Island, yes, its spelt w-a-t-e-r-b-o-m. Went there straight after rafting and didn't know how much time we had, so immediately hantam the biggest, nastiest slide in the park. Smooth Move. Its called "Smashdown", i kid u not. Hiked up 5 storeys to the mouth of the monster. The slide was most aptly named, one section consisted of a 3 storey near-vertical drop. i went down, and actually went airborne, and let loose a gut-wrenching cry of fear and anguish. Which immediately became the talking point of the day. *fume* As we discovered time was in fact, not of the essence, me and Nick went repeatedly on the lesser slides, berating Marcus' decision to spend 18USD to try all the slides once each then laze ard for a tan. The day's anti-climax was the trek back to the hotel... a good 45mins on foot. Nick wants to rename himself "Odysseus". We are utterly wasted today. Feast of the Gods day 2 Breakfast 8am: Omelettes, chicken, veg, fruit Lunch 3pm: Steak sandwhich Dinner 6.30pm: a seafood platter which would put Fish n Co. to shame Supper 10pm: 2 Dunkin Donuts, the "Yokozuna" Lobster Sashimi, Shabu-shabu, cup'o'Hagen Daz ice cream (by here we're comatose in da hotel room, im slurping the melted cookies n cream in a brazen display of pure sloth, while tryin to convince them im training my paitience in waitin for the ice cream to melt) If we didn't have so much to do over those days i'd swear i'd come back a fatty. The jap resturants obviously pride themselves on freshness. Lobster Sashimi was fresh, too fresh, ALIVE fresh! We were eating happily, until suddenly the feelers start moving. Not too alarmed... then the EYES start swivelling!! the friggin EYES!!! STARING AT US!!! (Marcus was directly in front of it, im beside him, Nick got the tail-end and nonchalantly continues eating despite our protests) Then all of a sudden, the LEGS move!!! its trying to PROP ITSELF UP!!!AAAHHHH!!! wadahell?! will the muthafuka run off the friggin table?! We've already eaten HALF of it!!!! So Marcus is screamin "Ian! Kill it!! Kill it!!", and i try to knock it out with the chopsticks by rapping it on the head. Then it lets out this SHRIEKING NOISE!! AAAHHHHH!!!! It sounds like a rat on ganja! Hysteria abated shortly, we try as best to continue eating then it SQUEAKS AGAIN!! AAHHH!!! eventually the bugger died down... literally... we miraculously could finish our meal and then go on to order Shabu-shabu....hahhahahhaha... we later discuss wat could have gone thru the invertebrate's mind in its final moments. Cheers! *raises wine glass, cringes at lobster on a platter*
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