After a few bumpy hours in the van we arrived, and, exactly as it was described, we were staying in beach bungalows. Cute little bamboo huts, ours has a queen bed inside, two reclining chairs/beds and a hammock outside in the porch, and the beach is literally 20 ft. away.
The whole day I rotated between mindless but oh so enjoyable reading of Glamour magazine and floating in the warm water. In the midst of this I attempted to eat, but had to wait about one hour or more (I actually have no idea how long it took since my watch is in Singaraja, but it felt like forever) for my spaghetti with garlic butter to emerge from the kitchen. This is actually quite the Balinese quirk, in that almost none of our meals are served at the same time. I’m not sure if it’s because we tend to travel in larger groups than is typical or if it really doesn’t matter if everyone here eats at the same time, but it has been rare to have our whole table served at once in any of the Balinese restaurants.
Although the spaghetti was good, it was pricey and definitely not enough food! So I dug into the trail mix I’d brought from Trader Joe’s, thanks Jan! Definitely hit the spot, and carried me over until the fish feast we had on the beach at night. The food was okay, but it still remains largely disappointing for me as a cuisine. However from the sounds of it we haven’t actually been eating Balinese food, and instead have been having Indonesian food, a line that I’m a little unsure about.
After dinner we had another beachside fire with accompanying guitar, drums and singing, along with some great conversations with people I hadn’t really talked with before. Overall a great night, and it would have been that way even if we could have sat on the beach and watched the stars. Have I mentioned how much I miss those in Boston?
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