What I did on my holidays
Day 4 - 25 April
We set off for Bali in the morning, happy in the knowledge that we had only carry-on luggage, truly the best way to fly. But we were on the same flight as one of CK's aunts, who lives in Denpasar, so we had to wait for her cases at the tiny luggage carousel when we got there anyway.
Still, never mind. We met up with the attached uncle (whom I'd met at our wedding reception) and a cousin or two, and had lunch at a restaurant near Kuta before heading to the hotel.
Kuta is the famous surfing and boozy Aussie holiday area, about ten minutes' walk from where we stayed, the Legian Paradiso. Pretty nice, actually. The room was spartan but the grounds were quite lovely, all colonial architecture (built in the 1990s), palm trees and a swimming pool with a bar in it - you know the ones whe you swim up to the bar, and they have seats in the water.
We immediately decided that, at some point before we went back, we had to have a cocktail there.
The hotel
Having checked in we went for a wander westward down some narrow streets to the beach, and I texted my contact for the local capoeira group. Having decided we probably wouldn't go that evening, I had a large meal at an okay-quality Brazilian restaurant.
This was a mistake, as the reply was enthusiastic - we have class tonight, come along! In two minds, I said we'd need a lift. Apparently this was no problem.
So we went back to the hotel and I got all my gear, CK being unable to join in due to an ankle injury.
Little did I realise that our lift would turn up in the form of two motorbikes. And so we went to the class down bumpy narrow roads, the wind in my hair etc etc. Did I mention I had never been on a motorbike before? My driver noticed at one point - "are you shaking?"
Still, now I have been on one, and I can see the attraction. CK and I have decided that next time we go to Bali we'll have to hire one instead of a car a driver (about which more anon). Of course, first I have to have a go on the family scooter in Jakarta to learn how to ride one.
Capoeira was with Escola Zungu, taught by Graduado Noko. Good class, although I'd eaten way too much to do any good. Also, if anything it's hotter in Bali than Hong Kong, although less humid.
After class we hung out with the Zungu-ites at a juice stand nearby, before taking a taxi home.
Day 4 - 25 April
We set off for Bali in the morning, happy in the knowledge that we had only carry-on luggage, truly the best way to fly. But we were on the same flight as one of CK's aunts, who lives in Denpasar, so we had to wait for her cases at the tiny luggage carousel when we got there anyway.
Still, never mind. We met up with the attached uncle (whom I'd met at our wedding reception) and a cousin or two, and had lunch at a restaurant near Kuta before heading to the hotel.
Kuta is the famous surfing and boozy Aussie holiday area, about ten minutes' walk from where we stayed, the Legian Paradiso. Pretty nice, actually. The room was spartan but the grounds were quite lovely, all colonial architecture (built in the 1990s), palm trees and a swimming pool with a bar in it - you know the ones whe you swim up to the bar, and they have seats in the water.
We immediately decided that, at some point before we went back, we had to have a cocktail there.
The hotel
Having checked in we went for a wander westward down some narrow streets to the beach, and I texted my contact for the local capoeira group. Having decided we probably wouldn't go that evening, I had a large meal at an okay-quality Brazilian restaurant.
This was a mistake, as the reply was enthusiastic - we have class tonight, come along! In two minds, I said we'd need a lift. Apparently this was no problem.
So we went back to the hotel and I got all my gear, CK being unable to join in due to an ankle injury.
Little did I realise that our lift would turn up in the form of two motorbikes. And so we went to the class down bumpy narrow roads, the wind in my hair etc etc. Did I mention I had never been on a motorbike before? My driver noticed at one point - "are you shaking?"
Still, now I have been on one, and I can see the attraction. CK and I have decided that next time we go to Bali we'll have to hire one instead of a car a driver (about which more anon). Of course, first I have to have a go on the family scooter in Jakarta to learn how to ride one.
Capoeira was with Escola Zungu, taught by Graduado Noko. Good class, although I'd eaten way too much to do any good. Also, if anything it's hotter in Bali than Hong Kong, although less humid.
After class we hung out with the Zungu-ites at a juice stand nearby, before taking a taxi home.
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