Nakal
Great story Dasha :)
Hearing stories like this make me even want to move to Indonesia more and more. :( Someone arrange a job for me? :P
Nakal.
bolli
Oh I do love a good read and that was one.
Thanks heaps Dasha.
:lol:
Dasha
Now for the very very ugly
A bit wasted .. only got off the plane about 5 hours ago so sorry about the language here.
Firstly .. glad to be of service Nakal.
Not too crash hot with geography mate so Belanda is not on my radar. Tell me where that is please.
The job you are looking for, could be coming your way. It will involve being part of a hand picked team moving and distributing large amounts of cash from Australia to, initially, the poorest of children in Lombok (specifically the Gilis) and then later in Bali.
The Gilis we believe can be the model. Our government and the Indonesian government will be the biggest river to cross.
The mission this time was to make more inroads to find out who is who and who can assist us on the whole project. Don’t worry we are not looking for dollars from you or anyone here on this site. My source for large amounts of ready money is already waiting in the wings.
Our long time scheme also, is not about throwing cash at a problem and hoping the problem will go away. It’s something much wiser and well thought out than that. It’s also a commitment to a long term plan. Who knows where it could go.
More later.
Bolli … Sumar Sumar (correct me on the Indo spelling there Phil)
And also Phil, Gayle Wazza and I did our best to get back to Reni, Hellboy, (hope the mudflaps can be replaced) Redi and yourself yesterday arvo for a big goodbye… but the Hash Run at Ubud was without question one of the strangest events I’ve witnessed so far and and and there were many great contacts made for the future cause. Rubber time was rampant and I learnt a new one from Brian at Nuri’s .
M.T.S …. Multiple task syndrome.
It is something we all suffer from. And once again more later.
Oh .. and no appearance from Pak Roy. The reason we thought Ubud was so big is because we actually were buying jewelry in Celuk and yes rack up another bill to 3128 … as we know they won’t have a clue … be careful to make sure our Banana man does not get the arse though!
So I better get on with it.
Following the big ride with Son number 1 and a quick shower we depart for a restaurant with the expats for an evening of live music, fine food and wine. The surroundings are average but the food is great. The Chilean wine, the best I was told, did not come close to our Australian stuff, the trusty Bin 128. Half the price too. The local band produced covers honed to perfection and all the punters were a roki’n. I believe the venue is The Arena.
Our friends had had enough after 2 hours and were keen to head home. So we are back in the Limo (Opulence of this level bothers me too) and back to the hotel where we say goodbye to the expats.
As we walked into the lobby my wife asked me was I keen to maybe head back to the Arena and lap up some of that great atmosphere. I said sure I’ve only been drinking non stop for 10 hours now and another 4 hours will definitely do me some good. So back we go.
The doorman with another one of our favorite big Indonesian smiles (how do they get those teeth so clean) checks us in and says “back so soon”?. The wife reply’s “yeah well you just can’t keep a good man down”.
In we go. And standing there is our expat friends!
Hmmmmm very strange.
Not wanting to make a big deal of it we sit down and order up a couple of Jack and cokes. The joint is happening and I shimmy up to a lady sitting on an adjacent table and strike up a bit of small talk. Don’t worry the wife is watching me and this chicks got an ass the size of a caravan and a head like Hellboy ..so I’m ok. We can talk about middle aged Australian females this way cos they do get the black humor.
Whist chewing the fat we get introduced to the 10 or so other guests and start chatting to them one by one. I come across this, for want of a better word, longtime - know it all - chip on ya shoulder – expat Australian f wit named Robbie. Not worried about naming names here cos this needs to be broadcasted. Stay away from him if you are trying to enjoy Indonesia. It also turns out he is from my hometown Melbourne (what an embarassment) Bred in QLD though .. so there’s a clue!!!
He breeds sharks somewhere locally in a swimming pool to toss back into the sea later. Great contribution to conservation I think…. Very interesting… Can you tell me more?
Well what happened next was unbelievable. He commences to start an all out attack on Dasha and reminds me that I am in his country and that I have no right to be asking questions and… and stop being so nice to people. He also tells me I should be well aware that sharks are diminishing at an alarming rate and that they are at the top of the food chain and that I also should be doing something about it. Well being a surfer for 30 plus years I have got some notion of what sharks are about. And yes he’s right about the Japs wiping out the population. And will defintaly upset the eco balance.. I could go on here.
However still clinging to the possibility of a constructive debate, I say fair call but you are not exactly delivering your concept to other people in the right way, going by the manner in which you are telling me .. And that being so aggressive could discourage people from supporting your cause.
With agro body language an insults flying at me I say ok… Ok… Ok.
Perhaps we can settle this outside in the paddock where there are no witnesses. Cos I’ve done 12 hours of drinking and I was in a very good mood but now it’s time for you to find out what Collinwood supporters are all about.
Robbie back pedals, splits and heads over to the pool table. Weak as piss – you get that.
I’m back to great conversation with his company who are equally as confused at his behavior and assuring me that … well he’s had a little too much to drink. Pretty obvious I reckon, but I’m thinking crikey I’ve been on the piss all day and I am as happy as Larry after hang’n out with Indos (big smiles) and expats.
So an hour later he gets the balls up to come and sit back down and I ask him is feeling ok now? He nods and I extend a big welcome back and shake his hand. He’s still not looking happy though.
Enter Robbie’s sister Lee.
Staggering over she slouches into a chair across the table from me and says who the F@#% K are you. I politely explain that my wife and I are out enjoying a great night in the company of some great people and that we have both had wonderful time in Indonesia. ‘Have you met Robbie?” She asks. “ I have and he is great guy” I say.
I ask “where are you from”? “Melbourne” she says. “Oh .. so am I” I say. Lee then asks what do I do? “Transport” I reply. I then ask “ What part of Melbourne”? Miranda” she says. “Haven’t heard of that, is it North West or East” – “ Well you own a transport company .. you should know you F*#@king idiot.
Uhh ohhh. It’s in the family genes. Another agro member of the family. Pretty soon the insults are flying. This time Dasha is not holding back. I’m watching Robbie and the others to see who is gunna get up and throw the first chair. As I look sideways from over the table comes the big slap across the face from Lee.
Now armed with the big fresh glass of JD and coke I can’t help but think it’s time for Lee’s 2.00am shower. So away I go. The delivery was perfect. 9.8 accuracy to the face and black cocktail dress.
Bulls eye.
Soaked and now very very deadly she gets off a wine glass that passes by my left ear and lands on the table behind me. Great shot but not good enough. I am now working in survival mode. Am I gunna have their whole table after me or am I ok.
I’m ok. Their mates have seen this kinda thing many times before and assure me that it won’t happen to me again. My wife returns from the ladies room completely oblivious and asks what is going on. I say darling I think it’s time for Dasha’s bedtime. Have you had a nice day? I’ve had a lovely day.
Ok home time.
Aussie expats Aye? How embarrassing.
Thanks to all the great people at Ubud yesterday. Mark the Frenchman , Graham the pommie, The 2 old German guys at Nuri’s, The guy who owns helicopter service, and Chris with that magnificent pad next door… breathtaking view and no handrail …but watch out when you are pissed with that 100 foot drop into the jungle. I know there is a river down there somewhere cos I could here it.
Spectacular environment, people and scenery.
I am looking forward to loosing my virginity at the next Hash run later this year.
Cheers
Dash
Ps total sniping… 5285 shots on the new Cannon EOS 30D in 14 days. Will take a while to index all but I will get the gems of the many Indo kids up on Bert’s site as soon as poss.
Dasha
What a day yesterday turned out to be.
It all started with a phone call to our very own Roy at about 11.00am to alert him to the fact that my wife eldest son and I were in Ubud purchasing jewellery and that we were on the hunt for local fare and a few coldies. Being the busy guy that Roy is and catching him right smack in the middle of his late morning tea he advised me that he could be a little while and that the best course of action would be to head for a “bar and grill” adjacent to a museum about half a mile up the road from his abode and ask for the owner Brian.
With entourage in tow we set off for Brian’s place which took, without exaggeration over half an hour. For what I thought was a one horse town, Ubud turned out to be bigger than Texas. Stunning scenery and mountains of stuff to shoot I might add. (400 photos yesterday and topping 4500 for the tour this time round .. luv me new Canon EOS)
Arriving at the museum we are seeing a quirky converted garage that is Naughty Nuris Warung. Upon entering the establishment I am immediately overcome by this breathtaking art exhibition and array of pictures and other interest adorning the walls of this Warung. Some of the paintings are in the Dada style, one of my faves, by local artist Wolfgang in true Salvador Dali style… he even studied under the guy.. can you believe it?
We meet Brian and his wonderful staff and with Bali’s best spare ribs (Nuri’s special sauce would outclass any restaurant we have in Melbourne and we don’t cook anymore) and several draft Bintangs down the hatch commence what would be one of the best international rambling sessions of my life. Great bloke after great bloke turned up, sat down and joined in on a 6 hour session of beer wine scotch and other refreshments.
The conversation and the hospitality extended by Wolfgang from Germany, Andrew from Australia, Colin from South Africa, Steven from Canada, Brian from the US, Maggie his lovely daughter and of course Nuri could only be described as extremely stimulating. My wife and son were equally blown away with the whole experience to the point that they also did not want leave this wonderland of enjoyment.
We were all very chuffed.
As day turned into night my wife and Balinese mates left in the Kijung to go back to Sanur to get ready to go out for a 7.00pm pre arranged dinner with some “newly acquainted expat friends”. Wazza and I were told by the boss (the wife) to not be late and to depart Naughty Nuri’s no later than 5.45pm.
The grog flowed and the debates continued to the point where suddenly the clock struck 6.30pm. Where did 1 hour go? Rubber time they call it here.
With no knowledge of how the hell we got to Nuri’s and the only clue to get back to Sanur for wait for it.. “Just head down hill” pissed as a fart we take off on our trusty unroadworthy motorbikes. For the next half an hour my 24 YO son took me on a hell ride through the most dangerous and gruelling traffic you can imagine .. no prizes for guessing you all know what the traffic is like here.
Topping speeds of about 100ks nearly all the way, having a blood alcohol level of approx .15 and doing things I haven’t done for 25 years we get from Ubud to Sanur in just under 25 mins. Congrats to my eldest for navigation expertise and yet another thrilling experience we arrive at the Hyatt with 5 mins to spare with the wife tapping her fingers on the lobby bar and finger pointing the room for an instant shower and change of boardies and fresh underwear. Lucky I put on my brown corduroys yesterday morning aye?
Out of the room and up to reception (you almost need a bus in this joint … could also probably do with 2 postcodes) I meet with the wife waiting with the expat mates.
7.05pm luv my work. No time for rubber time .. these people are very important.
What happened next needs to be told later (if I can make it back to a internet connection on time) following consultation with the Ubud mafia and our newly found dear friends The Sanurian and his lovely wife Reni. Whom we will miss very much when we depart at midnight tonight bound for Melbourne.
As I sit here penning this short effort and downing my 4th coffee and 3rd tomato juice following 3 hours of sleep I make plans with the boss as to how we stage the last day given all the stuff one has to do on the final day.
Can’t wait to get back up the hill to Ubud late this morning it’s now 10.30am I think… just gotta remember how to get there somehow.
Best I get Oka from Kuta to guide me cos no’ 1 son is still out like a light and I’m not up for that kinda riding today.
Stay tuned folks 8)
Sanurian
Hi [b]Dasha[/b]
Great to hear you had a bonza time at Nuri's. You didn't mention if [i]Pak Roy[/i] made it back or not. I don't know how it took you 30 minutes to get from his house (?) or his gallery to Nuri's. I thought you must have visited Ubud at least once in the past. If I'd known that, I would have guided you up there, but then both you and Warren would have had to keep up with me. (I know all the 'short-cuts'.)
[quote]...we arrive at the Hyatt with 5 mins to spare with the wife tapping her fingers on the lobby bar...[/quote]
Did the lobby staff know/remember who your wife is? (And did you get that theoretical 'discount' after they presented me with your bill, or were they just confused?) I'm thinking of calling in to the [i]Banana Bar[/i] some time tomorrow...talk to that guy who's been there 19 years, buy some wines and bill it to 3128. He probably doesn't know you've left yet. The only thing that bothers me is the potential 'limo' driver. If we cross paths again, he might take it out on me.
Have a great flight back. A pity you couldn't make it to our place before you left.
:D
Lee
Just so you know for future reference, I am not [u]that [/u]Lee, I’m a gentle little pussycat and I don’t own a black cocktail dress.
But I’m sure my aim would have been better.
:)
Dasha
No probs Roy
Gayle Waz and I should have made the effort to get there earlier. I suppose we were having too much fun in our own little world in the great company of Reni and Phil.
I take your point on the "balance". And I hope everone does not get me wrong about Robbie and Lee - I took it to heart as these guys should no better being Aussies.
There is no way that Robbie could get confused with your mate... they are from completley differnet moulds.
I will change my avator later today to give ya all the true Dasha - we are heading downstairs now to have of a wack with the cricket bat and ball with all Wazza's mates and the Jack Russels.
Luv those images - can you direct me to Bert's instructions on how to do that.
Cheers again
Roy
Easy to post photos here Dasha. Just find a place to park them...photobucket and villiagephoto are two great places to URL host photos for free. I prefer villagephoto...because they allow for sizes up to 250 gross regardless of the measurement of the jpeg.
Once you've done that, you will have a URL address. Come here, hit "img" on the tool bar above, and just under "subject" insert the URL of the hosted photo, hit "img" again followed by alt + p and there you are.
Any photos of the drink slinging episode? They would be very fun to see! :lol:
Roy
Dasha, many apologies that we were not able to meet during your brief visit to Ubud. As it was, there were three groups in town...business related, at the same time and as the old saying goes, one has to make hay while the sun shines. When you called, I was right in the middle of selling some Asmat head hunting trophy skulls, Eri was showing some real estate, and we both had to stay focused on those issues. Eri and I both hope you understand, and we ask for a “rain check” on your next visit if we can?
Eri and I were at Nuris on Thursday, (tuna night) to entertain one of these business related groups, and low and behold, we ran into Thorsten AND Kadek, which was great! Having never met Kadek before, that was a real treat.
As the years pass me by, I have learned that discretion is always the better part of valor, so it is a very rare event when I’m seen out and about much after 10 PM.
Your last post touches on a reality of expats on Bali. They do come in all shapes and sizes and they do fit well into the good, the bad and the ugly. But, seeing that Bali is all about balance, it seems in a way a good thing that your great experiences...with top folks like Brian, Chris, Wolfgang and my “brother” Andrew et all, was balanced by a terrible experience with “Robbie” and “Lee.” For the sake of clarity, I hope no long term users of this forum confuse Robbie the shark breeder with Robbie the guru who actually hasn’t posted here in a long time.
In any event, in the future, when suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous expats, it might be that I could arrange for a trip for them to Irian Jaya, where they could come back looking like this guy, now bound for Paris:
Nakal
[b]Re: RE: The very very ugly and the most beautiful expats of[/b]
[quote=Dasha]
Firstly .. glad to be of service Nakal.
Not too crash hot with geography mate so Belanda is not on my radar. Tell me where that is please.[/quote]
Holland / The Netherlands 8)
SamD
[quote=Dasha]...
Topping speeds of about 100ks nearly all the way, having a blood alcohol level of approx .15 and doing things I haven’t done for 25 years ...[/quote]
I am assuming you were riding pillion? At least, I hope so although it doesn't read like that. I'm sure you will agree that there are enough crazy people on the roads in Bali without gung-ho tourists flouting the law and endangering lives by reckless driving. Riding 100k/hr+ all the way from Ubud to Sanur is just plain stupid, drunk or sober. You should know better, if that is the case.
No offence meant, maniac drivers are a pet hate of mine.
Sam
Dasha
You’re dead right Sam D and I apologize to all locals and other tourists concerned for my Behavior.
It won’t happen again … the drinking and the speed.
And no, we were riding on separate bikes.
Cheers
Dasha
FreoGirl
Where's that new avator Dasha? I want to see the true Dasha :lol: 8)
froggy
hey dasha, glad you like nuries, yes the time just flys by there.... would of caught up with you, but I'm in China right now,, catch you later,, Frog
Dasha
For those that enjoy a funny read.
I,d encourage you to ask The Sanurian to share the gem he flicked me in a PM late last night re the road trip to Candi Dasa to see Thorsten
Have a nice day all
bolli
Yes, how dare you Dasha, drinking, driving, laughing :lol: :lol:
I love your style, keep writing. I also saw this online taken from the Jakarta post and liked it. For the Brits here. :P
from sunday's jakarta post
I took the path of least resistance this Christmas and New Year and hopped over to Bali to stew in the sun and pig out on huge plates of international haute cuisine (hot food).
It was off the plane and straight down to Legian for me; I was sculling Storm beer and watching the sunset within the hour. Perhaps though, I shouldn't have lingered around Ground Zero too long.
Yes, another Bali holiday, yet another chance to get to grips with the assorted Aussie surf intellectuals, Euro muesli heads and mercenary Javanese hawkers sent by Satan to mess with my head.
Back at the hotel (Suka Beach Inn on Poppies 2, Rp.60,000 per night with swimming pool and obligatory banana pancake breakfast) the Balinese international melting pot was recreated in miniature for my enjoyment.
Straight off the bat I managed to scare some refined Euro types in the swimming pool with some uncouth British splashing about and soggy high jinx.
They in turn responded by taunting me with a refrain from middle-aged, Tantric sex rainforest guru Sting's An Englishman in New York.
I always have a slight inferiority complex which manifests itself when I'm around European tourists. I think this is largely due to the fact that they can understand what I'm saying as they can all speak English, but I can't understand a word of Swedish/French/German, etc.
My monolingual English ignorance tends to make me a bit wary. However, just because you can speak five languages doesn't necessarily mean that you have anything interesting to say in any of them, and this was demonstrated poolside by my fellow holidaymakers' Brit-baiting chorus of Sting's weak-tea-bland, midlife crisis rock.
No, I had to get to my room. I was accosted on the way by a massage lady who was most insistent that I avail myself of her elderly services. I pushed her down the stairs and continued up to my Rp 60,000 per night presidential suite.
I got no peace there, though. Next door, a gang of antipodean surf gentlemen were proceeding to demolish their room from within, aided and abetted by several thousand bottles of beer.
Every now and then one of these esteemed gents would return with more ale and announce, "Oi've got some more beer boys, wahay!" Smash, crash, thump, laughter, rinse and repeat.
Ah, the trials of youth, God bless them all. I smiled and didn't for one second wish that I had a hand grenade to lob through the open window of their attached mandi (bathroom).
It was no use, I had to go out. I left the hotel and strolled into the balmy night air. Motorcycles piloted erratically by flip-flopped tourists were snapping at my heels but I was spurred on by signs saying, "Magic drink 50 m ahead," which seemed to be leading me onwards toward Buddhist nirvana and promising me insights into the everything-ness of Bali.
After paying Rp 90,000 for a glass of psilocybin juice, I staggered saucer-eyed onto the main Legian strip to do battle with humanity's dark side.
*****
The local lads were out in force of course, stationed at 10-meter intervals along the sidewalk and reciting their age-old mantra of, "Transport ... massage ... woman ... drugs," usually in that order. Best to keep walking, I thought.
Show a second's hesitation and they've got you. I started to feel unsteady on the old legs and thus vulnerable to the handicraft Cosa Nostra. I stepped into a busy bar and sat down for a drink and a breather.
My brain's synapses were audibly frying but alas no peace and quiet was there to be found. Surfers had swapped their boards for bottles of beer and were guzzling away as if Sari Club had never been pulped.
Local ladies were swarming around in tarty clothing trying to blend in. According to a Balinese lady whom I chatted to, a lot of these girls are actually Jakartan butterflies who flock to Kuta pretending to be moneyed holidaymakers.
It's more of a working vacation for them in reality. Unlike Jakarta though, the bar was also full of Australian girls hell-bent on consuming their surgeon-general's weekly recommended units of alcohol in two hours.
*****
It was time to slope off back to the hotel and get a good night's rest and, thankfully, my room was still standing next to the adjacent Mad Max/Rip Curl wreckage. Then oblivion, sleep, bliss.
Next morning I strolled down to the beach, all the way dodging a greater volume of motorcycle traffic than there is in Jakarta. Deck chair arranged, I sat down and settled in.
Sun cream on pasty white flesh, knotted handkerchief on head ... sorted. And then the broken record started up in earnest.
The familiar oxymoronic whine of, "Just looking mister, I give you cheap price." The psychic serenity of my sun-seeking session was ruined.
Never again. I'll be having two weeks in Darfur next Christmas.
froggy
Dasha....Ohhhh,sorry..... Its been a couple of fuzzy days, I'm not as young as I use to be, Its difficult to keep up with the local expat lifestyle here, will need a few days or so to recover, Kinda like needing a vacation from your vacation.........enjoying your post,.......Frog......
Dasha
Ye folks just strolled in 3.16am local time with a very tired wife / best friend / lover / biz partner / mother of my kids / financial controller / woman I would probably be dead by now without. She’s got her eyes wide shut now as I spy 2 x jack russels on the floor doing the same as I pen thisy.
It’s been a very intense 1st day back at the office followed by a big dinner with our newly appointed biz development manager / executive assistant ( great title she chose) to Mrs & Mr Dasha and a chance meeting with our mates at the Railway Club Hotel Port Melbourne at midnight. Still got 50 something plus unanswered emails and 15 odd urgent handwritten messages to attend to … but got a funeral in the morning 200ks outa town and somebody else will attend to that stuff I hope. Just not enough hours in the day / night.
We had a view of that last one together from Sunday’s Jakarta Post by Bolli and she laughed herself to sleep.. but I’m still here.
How can you top that delivery by whoever that author is? What a wordsmith.
Is anyone up for the story about Wazza’s specialized hotel insect eradication method involving hydrocarbon propellant anti perspirant and matches… 1st test conducted last Thursday morning at suite 3128?
Location just another Sanur Hotel.
“Mission accomplished Dad” he notified me 24 hours after the 1st test. “Notice no more cricket sounds during the night”?. “I’ve even trained the local hotel staff if there is any further action required following our departure 48 hours time”. “They do catch on real quick.. fast learners of western methods”.
Ahhhh that son of mine…. A genius in the making but a little off course.
YOU will be keen to note that I informed him, as a responsible parent, that Activated Aluminum Chlorohydrate Propellant, lit matches, and bed linen in a confined area are not a good mix. And a big caution on recruiting the locals to engage in this sort of activity. One could consider it ….. Probably very inappropriate.
I suggested that if they are not convinced that your 1st test was a bad idea then they should contact the Questions and Comments people on 1800 641 820. Remind them also that it is a freecall.
Freo girl – will get that new avator up as soon as I can.
Getting a bit sleepy now and can’t pull up the Adobe Photoshop7 at this time of the night to reduce the image correctly after I’ve scrolled through my Picasa2 to find a pic of something resembling Brad Pitt in 50 or so years time.
Will try 2 morrow night when I get back to town.
Also will get onto Lombok Lovers to deliver the whole spiel on why no dogs allowed on the Gilis. Yes I finally got to the bottom of it!! Dasha can do research when he tries.
Froggy what kinda drugs are you on?
Did we not have a conversation last Friday at Nuries with the Ubud Mafia?
Do you not remember asking me where I got that wife beater singlet that Brian gave me on Saturday just prior to the commencement of the Hash run? You know… the one with all the pics of the boys on it.
Righto bedtime
Roslyn
Hi Dasha
I know this was an old thread, but I'm a newbie and just come across it.
Your accounts of your flying trip to Ubud is hilarious!
Lova ya work
Dasha
Gedday Roslyn
Welcome to the site and like your work too.
Been a bit busy lately and have not posted but I have a bit to say to the site admin following my recent endeavors.
Yer my old ramblings are considered by some to be ok .. but to other more sober types they get a bit .. less than understanding. But quite frankly I don’t care.
But not half as good as the story I'm gunna give about my exploits with Phil the Sanurian last Friday up in Ubud.
Met the famous Roy T face to face for the 1st time too and I’m also gunna give a great account of what a warm US distinguished man he is and how I done it (undercover as Frank the famous NZ traveler) with the help of another legend from this site amidst many many actually too many Martinis at Nuris. Got the pics to prove it all folks.
But still coming to grips with 8 flights in 1 week in and around Indo flying Garuda in so many 747 – 400 Garuda planes complete with dodgey take offs and landings. Including vision from the 747-400 I was on flying over Yogyakarta going to Solo last Monday morning showing the now infamous runway at 5000 feet in the background with the engine of our plane as the subject in the foreground.
I am a lens man maniac when on tour.
What I wanna tell most people on this site is how pissed off I am about who is doing all the editing of the posts when they feel the stuff is not appropriate. And I’m gunna tell you all from what I recently learnt last week that it is not Bert as we all have suspected for a long time .. are you with me RIDERINTAIWAN and other suspective PM type people?
Got told not to mention this here by a few Ubud / Kuta mafia locals but what the hell they can only do to me what they did to Roy .. or edit my posts!!!!!
Cheers
