Lucy and Kevin were scheduled to fly back to the States in a
couple days so we moved towards the beach while Ashley headed to Ubud and Bea
stayed on the Mountain.
We were able to enjoy one evening of swimming (with flotsam
and jetsam) before the rain rolled into Kuta Beach
and never disappeared. Kevin and Randy
each surfed a day but for us non-surfers, the beach left a little to be desired
between dodging surf boards, peddlers and garbage floating in the water.
Kuta Beach was similar to Phuket, Thailand
– filled with aggressive vendors hawking beer t-shirts, sarongs, carved masks,
sunglasses and shell necklaces – all of which my party purchased. Lucy and I eagerly
hit the rainy streets to barter for beaded necklaces, feathered earrings and
painted masks after buying an extra duffle bag which Kevin graciously carried home.
Luckily, the vendors offered the rain
discount to entice us into their shops.
(I must know…how does one obtain the
rain discount in Seattle?) We made good use of the wet weather and
purchased 47 DVDs to watch on Randy’s lap top in the comforts of our hotel
room - all for less than ten dollars.
Lucy and I shared a non-traditional Christmas breakfast on our
last day together in Indonesia of cheese jaffles, mixed fruit pancakes and mango lassies. We drank Bali
coffee, watched the rain pour down and talked about our future plans. Lucy was off to Costa Rica for
yet another Nursing quarter abroad, while I was destined to continue on my path
as a nomad...until we meet again.
