G- Ugh! Morning. OMG! Now both of my eyes are crusted shut.
P- Just stay there baby and I'll wet your bib with warm water.
After chocking up a pound of mucus and bathing my eyes 2 times, I was able to open them and go to breakfast. For the love of God, we wish we didn't have to sit outside in the heat and humidity to eat breakfast. Basically, EVERYTHING, besides sleeping, occurs in the heat and humidity. It's a bad thing for someone with a cold. Phyl says it's a bad thing for everyone except someone who loves to be miserable. Oh, and I forgot to mention the mosquitoes that eat us during breakfast. We have to put on mosquito repellant before we even go to breakfast. Blech!!
Breakfast makes us hot, so we jumped into the pool to cool off. After a while, we decided to go to the beach. Hello! We are in Bali, on the Indian Ocean, so we must go back to the beach before we leave.
We ran the gauntlet through the alley, dodging motorcycles, and were encouraged by the sunshine when we arrived at Legian Beach. We were immediately approached by a hawker renting beach chaises and umbrellas. We negotiated 30,000 ($3.00 USD), he wiped down the cushions and we planted ourselves for the afternoon.
P- Ah! This is the life!
P- Well, Wayan said he had an ice chest of cold beer for sale.
G- We may have to purchase some.
P- As soon as we go in the ocean I'll need a beer to quench my thirst.
G- Why in the world would the ocean make you thirsty?
P- I don't know, Agnes, but it does. Maybe it's the salt.
G- Well, close your mouth and you won't get salt in it.
P- Well, bite my ass and if you don't need a beer, I'll drink 2.
G- Freak! Any excuse to drink a beer.
P- I don't need an excuse, I'll drink beer whenever I want.
We sat on our chaises and watched a group of naked kids playing in the surf. Thank gawd they were not trying to woo-woo us! Then we watched a group of surfing kids. It sure looks like a lot of work for a very short ride. Kind've like climbing 3 flights of stairs, at a superslide, for a short ride down. Then we watched a large, very built French speaking man take a surf lesson and head out into the waves.
P- This should be fun to watch!
G- Yes. That dude is so big, he'll neve get up.
P- I got to give it to him for trying! It looks more like work than fun.
The guy did finally get up and managed to ride a short wave. We were pretty impressed. Then he brought the surf instructor to his son, who looked about 4 years old, and the instructor took the little boy to the waters' edge with a boogy board. He showed the little boy how to stand, bend his knees and hold his arms out for balance. The little boy mimicked everything the instructor did. Then the instructor took him into the waves. The little boy clung to the boogy board as he flew up onto the wave crests. He was very brave and even when knocked off, he jumped right back on. Then the instructor got a regular surfboard and took the little boy out.
G- Look at this! The little guy is on a full board.
G- How cute is he? Yes, lower center of gravity and lack of fear.
In short order the little guy zoomed in on the board while dad was still floundering in the waves. Mom was taping the whole thing...... of the little boy and dad was being ignored. When he was finished, he was beaming!! He strutted onto the beach so proud of himself! We clapped and mom smiled at us.
Ice cream selling hawker – You buy ice cream?
G- Sounds good, but right now we're drinking beer.
Ice cream hawker – Beer and ice cream good.
G- No, beer and ice cream do not go well together at all.
P- Maybe in your world. You got any popcorn to go with our beer? We'd buy that.
G- Come back later.
Hawker – Ok. 10 minutes?
We had just gotten our second round of beers when the ice cream hawker returned.
G- No dude. Not yet.
P- Still no popcorn in there?
Hawker – No popcorn. Ice cream.
G- Come back later.
Finally we bought an ice cream and the aggravating hawker went away happy. After a few hours, we headed back to the hotel.
P- What a relaxing afternoon.
G- Yes, because most of our afternoons are so stressful.
