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From Diary 11. 3/7. After a coffee and a cheese-bun, I find Maha Vihara & Pusdiklat Buddha Maitreya, where two rivers meet. Might be the lack of sun, but it is not impressive.
In
an effort to find some sun, I head down the southern peninsula, where I
might have found some nature trails. It is through intense
morning traffic,
but at least it moves. I
pass my next bed anyway, and figure I better check it. I upgrade from the
dorm-bed (first one on the
This area reminds me of nothing else on Bali. The majority of people are pale, here are McDonalds, Starbucks, PitzaHut, Subway and alike, and only tourist shops in general. Newer the less, I manage to get a great Bali lunch for €0,80.
I
find the trail I was aiming for, but it is closed off by a giant metal wall.
A security man is letting himself
I
skip the endless line of cafes, just to have cappuccino at a mini-mall for a
tenth. I
then get to an tiny closed area, on my next experimental
sights. Back at my resort, I get a large and modern wooden hut with kitchen and porch – well spend €8 on the upgrade. I make coffee, and remove a part of my big toe, I didn’t need after all: stumbled on the uneven sidewalk.
Then a stroll along the tattoo-, surf- and other tourist shops. 4/7. I just have to spend the day without braking anything or get too sweaty. A slow start with self-made breakfast and several cups of coffee, next to the crystal clear pool.
Well, I’m here to see the semi-dry coastal forest, which quite dry by now.
But here are several flowers, both on herbs and trees. Quite some,
I
stop for a cooling lunch-break at Circle K, before I find what I hope to be
nature as well. It might be, but I don’t make it pass the gate keepers
In
an effort to see some authentic Bali, I do a cross-peninsula drive by minor
roads. Some parts are familiar, others might just look that way. I end up
north of Uluwatu – just as it starts to drizzle. Well I have a car, and I’m
not afraid using it. It is only a few minutes anyway.
I
just fumble around, waiting for the time where I have to find the airport. I
get a tortilla at three, just to do something. Drive a bit more around, get
a coffee and a snack, and then find the airport. I get the deposit for the
car back after 1450 kilometres, and
treat myself with a veggie-sandwich with fries and a latte in the airport –
ten times the usual price for a good meal with coffee.
I have driven 1450 kilometres, made 7500 photos and spend €2200 (+ €700 on a new set
of bifocals glasses).
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