We celebrated our 5th year wedding anniversary in a day of style and cheeky indulgence. We got picked up in a private car and delivered to the Prana Spa Bali in Seminyak. Where decadence and opulence runs like hot and cold water from the extravagant tap of “Oh My God”.
This spa treatment facility was like walking through an Ali Babar Wonderland. A drippingly delicious Indian setting in rich burned ocher colours, intricate tile designs and bilious striped canopies, you’d be forgiven for thinking we’d just rubbed a genie out of a bottle and made all our wishes come true.
Fiona was treated to a gentle salt foot scrub, pregnancy massage and a hair cream bath…(which is how she got pregnant in the first place). And I indulged in the “Man package”…(not my actual man-package, which again, is how she got pregnant in the…whatever), but a salt foot scrub, full body massage and facial.
And if that’s not manly enough for you, I’d happily smash your face in and smile at you with a soft but glowing complexion.
They poured us under the door on our way out and we flowed across the street for lunch at a kooky little restaurant called “Word of Mouth”, (but for the life of me, I can’t remember how we found out about it?). Kooky for a number of reasons, firstly, because it had some kind of weird “egg-theme” going on, with giant egg cushions, lampshades made from hundreds of tiny eggs stuck together, egg light fittings and even the tables had a small mirror in the centre, resembling a large fried egg. And secondly, because everything on their menu was tiny. Tiny bite-sized burgers, a bowl of wedges with only six wedges in it with wasabi mayonaise. Either these people really know how to stretch a buck by rationing their food, or their clientele mainly consists of elves, dwarves and Barbie doll figures.
Dinner was at our favourite restaurant, Pavone. Where we’re always treated like part of the family (not sure if it’s hers or mine or which one is better), but as my new Bali best friend, Yudha, put’s it…“You’re never alone in Bali, my friend.” And that’s almost as comforting as cuddling my sexy wife of 5 years. 😉
If you’re after some quality entertainment in Bali, then go no further than Champs Sports Bar in Seminyak, where no song is too much trouble.
Unfortunately, it’s not me performing. But a Balinese duo(not sure which one is Justin), who wander around the restaurant taking requests. And even if they don’t know the song, that’s no problem…
They’ll drag someone off the street who does!
In my case, there is a very well known song in Indonesia that I really like…but I have no idea what it’s called.
Problem: How do you describe a song that you don’t know the words to, have no idea what the name is, and can’t remember how the melody goes?
Answer: Explain to them…”It has a kind of soft melody…but with rap parts in it”.
At which point, Fiona goes from shaking her head at reading their confusion to my request…
“Oh, you mean…“Ya Sudahlah”.
To admiring me as being the greatest cross-cultural request interpretor of all time…(or maybe just for a Friday night, at least).
They knew the song I was talking about BUT…they didn’t know the words. And rather than just ask for a different song, they ran all over the restaurant asking staff if they knew the words (a couple of them knew the chorus), and even dragged two Balinese boys off the street who actually knew the words!
So, we were serenaded by the “Justin duo”, as well as two staff members and two strangers off the street. And that type of dedication to executing a song request is worth every cent(or Rupiah, in our case).
Here’s the actual song by the band who recorded it. Enjoy 🙂
Seeing in the New Year in Bali was quite the experience. We ventured down to Legian Beach and dined among the stars (maybe not stars exactly, but equally as glittery). We dined in the company of a gaggle of Lady Boys(or maybe it’s a “gargle”, not sure what the collective noun is, for a group of “spangly-danglies”).
The boardwalk along the beach was chock full of motorbikes and flashing/glowing headwear. And inside the Blue Oceanrestaurant, we had our own spectacle to observe, which was just as unusual and surprising to us, as it was for the staff who nervously giggled and whispered among themselves. There was a birthday celebration behind us, but whether it was “for he’s a jolly good fellow…or…she’s a jolly good fellow”, was anybody’s guess?
But still, they had a wonderful time, and it certainly kept us all entertained.
But that’s not the amazing part. I think the entire economic budget of Indonesia, must have been invested in fireworks! And although they may not have the spectacular quality of fireworks that we’re accustomed to at home, what they lack in quality, they more than make up for in…QUANTITY!!
About 6hrs worth!!
No kidding! The fireworks started about 8-8:30pm and continued non-stop til about 2-3am! It was like we were living in Beirut instead of Bali. The entire horizon was continually lit up with flares and sparkling explosions, like we were in the middle of a war zone…FOR HOURS! The haze of smoke crept across the island like a doona spreads across the bed.
We left the beach a couple hours before midnight, but we were still watching them from our balcony at home 3 hours later, and they continued for hours after we went to bed. I think it could take NASA10 years to gather enough gunpowder to relaunch another rocket, after what was used up last night.
Just incredible. And just another reason to marvel at the incredible life and beauty that this island has to offer.
You’ve probably heard the expression… Pigs might fly… Well, in Bali’s Naughty Nuri’s Warung…they actually do! A crazy little restaurant along the road to Batubelig Beach, where people can get high on the hog and pork on your fork at … Continue reading →
We’ve ridden past a restaurant called, Warung D’Sawah, many times before and never really took much notice. Mainly because, all you see from the street, is a tiny dusty carpark, no bigger than a living room. But on this occasion, I decided we’d pull in and investigate it further…
Wow! Another Bali Gem. Nestled at the end of a winding jungle path, the restaurant opens up into a multilayered open aired restaurant, with a lawn the size of a small football field, at the back of the rice paddy cut-through. Seats maybe a hundred, on the grass under the umbrellas, or the open aired stage level, or the undercover section a couple steps up.
And very eco-friendly. I’ve never seen so many frogs in the one place, in all of Bali. And every night, they have Balinese Dancing performed by some very cheeky kids in fantastic costumes.