Day LXV – MAI 22, 2012

topi inn
When I wake up at 10am I ask what check-out time is and I’m given an other hour to pack my stuff.

I decided to get a ticket from Denpasar to Jakarta; I’ll be off cheaper that way than making my way west by Perama and taking a train over Java, and it will leave me with more time to enjoy Bali. Travel shops can’t help me buying a ticket though, so I have to get it through internet; quite a hassle without a credit card.

The other beach today: white sand. I walk back to the harbour and on, a little gang up a hill and then a path with some cows grazing besides it. Up and up, until I reach the top, sweating. Here the sounds of the town die out, and after a climb under a burning sun a fresh breeze is all too welcome.
One last blow from behind brings the sounds of prayer just starting their singing and bells ringing.
Before me I see the ocean spreading out, and beneath me is the whitest beach and bluest water! I run down there almost tripping over my own feet and jump right in! Excellent! I’m home…

Tonight I have dinner at warung Martini where a sweet old lady cooks lovely dinner, or rather lets her daughter do so while she sits down and chats with her customers.
I meet Hayley and the German guy that are also on a mattress in Topi, and Thomas, another German, who moved to Asia 2½ years back and now is a diving instructor, and shares a gory story of a cockfight he saw today.

Somehow we got to talking about the Gilies and Thomas is showing off about his house on Gili Air. So we make a deal for the weekend; as he’s not spending it there. I rent it from him for 3 nights at 200. We’ll meet at Sunshine again this Thursday for the key. He draws me a map of how to get there. “Just say you’re looking for Thomases house, anyone can tell you where to go.”

It’s funny how, as I look over to Sunshine Bar two doors down, I see Koming sitting there chatting to some people, the whole view of the parking lot, it all looks so familiar.

Tonight the livemusic is in Kinky Reggae Bar, quite the party! This place is a little more shabby but serves well to the needs of a backpacker. The iffy toilet is just a bit much after the luxery of the one Sunshine has so I end up there again.
When I want to walk home around 1pm, Momon, one of the staff, makes a point of driving me home on his scooter, even though the walk is just 5 minutes. How these people look so fit while taking their bikes to cross even the smallest of distances, I don’t know.

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