Bali 2009: Cibai. Masuk Pasir

Bali was a much-needed break for me. Thankfully the boss was paranoid enough to put me on a 2-day quarantine right after I came back, which gave me a total of 10 days off work!

Upon arrival, we hit the clubs as there was really nothing much to do besides hanging out/up/around/in.


Here's Kenny begging for mercy, to erm be released from the claws of 3 hot women.


No climbing, no hanging, but if you wanna hump, sure, why not?!


After (attempts at) surfing, we were dragged to the beach where bluffer Kenny claims there would be a lot of topless ang mohs. Totally untrue!


This is Jimbaran, where we got conned for the lobster that had maybe 2 mustard seeds worth of meat.


After checking in at Nefatari, we shroomed. But only Rin saw purple woof. Which was completely unfair. Was I so uncreative? Was I so uninteresting? Or am I just that much more resilient towards the effects of drugs and the likes?


This is Mt. Batur. Again, Kenny bluffed us. This seemingly Genting-like cold is bollocks! Thank heavens for my multiple layers of fat : )


Then we sat down for some drinks. Ginseng coffee was really good. But the main attraction was the Kopi Luak.


Made of civet poop. Coffee was shitty like shit. It tasted better than regular Nescafe, I must say. But the sediments made it a bitch to drink.


Here's Tirta Empul, where the locals wash off their bad luck for us foreigners to absorb. That night, there was an electricity blackout and two satay-induced lao sai sessions. The next morning, there was a jellyfish sting incident, cibai masuk pasir trauma, and a total of 3 rounds of bakso ayam lao sai. Kenny bluffed again!


This is Teman Desa Villa, the living room of which was our shroom lounge. Here's where Kenny finally had a nice comfy bed all to himself. I made a comment here, that everyday, Cindy must leave something everywhere we go. She tried her hardest to, at least. Scarf, camera, and other belongings.


We went to Ku De Ta. The security was tighter than a vault.


But this was totally worth it.


The Beach House was very near our villa and the food was delectable. Much better than the kena-con-lobster.


Tanah Lot where for once, we were not lied to. We didn't miss the sunset, although several wave-related tragedies were recorded on camera.


This was us pulling the Kenny-so-lucky act.


On our last night, this nice lady brewed us a potent concoction of shrooms. I saw stringy things, among them, orange spaghetti, really furry bugs, and Kenny who was a smurf with magenta hair, while Rin was generally green. Neon-colored thingamajiggs were floating around, rendering everything imaginable alive! And just about two hundred seventy three thousand eight hundred and sixteen kinds of strings and species of worms. All of which could fly.

*I believe I can fly... ... ...*