Today I spent the day with my old mate, David James, from my old cinema days in Queensland, over 10 years ago.

DJ now works as a flight attendant for the new, Air Australia, and had a stopover in Bali, staying at the Novatel Hotel in Nusa Dua.


We wandered down for a couple of sodas at Geni Beach, then scooted into Kuta…two passengers, but only one helmet…


Got pulled over by the local authorities and had to follow him into a deserted alley. He showed me the fine for not wearing a helmet was Rp. 250,000. We could follow him to the station and he’d write us up a ticket, or…we could just pay him now. DJ used to be a cop, way before we met at the cinemas, but he still had his old id. That worked a little in our favour. In that caseRp. 200,000!

So, DJ coughed up the cash and he said we could get back on our way, but two passengers=two helmets. Since we still had to get from Nusa Dua to Kuta, I asked him what happens if we get pulled over again before we get to Kuta. His reply, “No problem, I call my friend,” and indicated his walkie-talkie.

Who the hell knows what that means, or how that works, but he left us Rp. 200,000 lighter and we headed in to Kuta. Low and behold, we got pulled over again just as we got into Kuta. “No helmet, pull over”. Not again…this time, I told him we already got pulled over in Nusa Dua and was told we’d be okay. He asked if we paid the ticket, which of course, we replied, “yes”. He looked a little skeptical and asked us how much. We told him Rp. 250,000 (as that was the cost of the fine I was shown in the book earlier), and he seemed satisfied with that and sent us on our way. We only had about half a block to go anyway.

So, we parked the bike and initiated DJ into the creepy joy that is, the Bali Fish Spa. Hundreds of tiny “Dr.Fish”, nibbling away at your dead skin cells, me likey very much 🙂 Then we moseyed on up to the Memorial and then back to Kuta beach, before indulging in a chocolate sundae on a Sunday 🙂

It was great to catch up with me old mate, and piled him into a cab to take him back to the Novatel before he flies back out tomorrow.

Safe skies, my friend 🙂


Padma Pool Crashers

Our pool pump has been out of commission…AGAIN…due to excessive rain filling the pit…AGAIN…and burning out the pump motor…AGAIN.

But that just gives us a great excuse to head into Legian and “Pool Crash”, the Padma Resort Bali. Lying in the sun, lunching and swimming in the pool it occurs to me how crazy it is, that what all the people here have paid hundreds if not thousands of dollars to enjoy, we also enjoy…for free 🙂

Cheeky little monkeys 🙂





Resort to…Resort Style Living

Today, Pascy and I hung out with his family at the Patra Bali Resort, in Tuban, where his dad, sister, brother-in-law, three nieces, two nephew-in-laws and two great nieces (phew), were all staying. Pretty awesome place, right on the beach, huge swimming pool with a swim up bar. We hung, ate and chatted by the pool for a couple hours.


Then we headed into Kuta for a relaxing massage...in the back of a dodgy tattoo parlour. It was a great experience for all of us except for one, Pascy’s niece Sam, who’s massage girl kept leaving the room to answer her phone and burped on her three times, but apart from that, it was all good 🙂

The evening was spent, far away in time…at Echo Beach. Where you can eat and watch the sunset as the waves roll in. Good times 🙂




Pool Crashers!!


So, this morning we decided to get new SIM cards for our phones so we can contact each other (and be contacted by you guys at home), without it costing us a fortune in roaming charges. We actually brought two other old phones with us, for just such an occasion, that’s the kind of forward thinkers we are :)…Uh-oh? Both our phones are blocked from using them overseas, unless we enter the security code which is…printed in your phone manual in Australia…BRILLIANT! So, we had to buy two phones as well. Such is the adventure 🙂 So now, we’re up and mobile with our brand new Bali mobiles.


Hot, hot, hot day…did I mention it was hot? But our pool still looks like Shrek’s bidet, so we scooted into Legian and like naughty children, we crashed the Suriwati Hotel swimming pool. Ahhh…I think we’re going to start crashing other hotel swimming pools now, we’ve had the taste…and we like it!!