The next morning after breakfast we decided to go into Kuta. Well, what a shock. It seemed to me like Blackpool in Bali; bar after bar with pounding music at eleven in the morning but not only that, people in there already tucking into pints of beer. I must say, I do like a glass or two myself, but the sun most definitely has to be over the yardarm before I indulge. It became very apparent that Kuta was not for us, after seeing a bat chained to a perch in full sunlight. That was it, after a quick visit to the 2002 bomb monument, we left to go back to Seminyak. You could see immediately where Kuta ends and Seminyak begins: the shops selling more upmarket goods and the atmosphere was completely different, we much preferred this. We looked around the shops for a while as it was beginning to get very warm, we went into a Birkenstock shoe shop and was shocked at the prices of them but as the sales man said, they have to be imported from Germany… we had forgotten that bit.
We ordered an Indonesian rice table (‘rijsttafel’) for two and what a delight. Never quite tastes the same at home, and with this our three days in heaven at the Oberoi in Bali came to a close.