Due to the late hour we went to sleep, we slept in, interrupted only by the gonging & chanting monks, screwing and howling cats, and cooing and flying pigeons. We sat in the breeze way drinking our 3 in 1 coffee (packets of single cup, sugar, cream & coffee, discovered in Malaysia) packets and enjoying the breeze. I called my mom at the time that corresponded to midnight in New Orleans to tell her happy birthday. I make sure that no matter where I am in the world, I call her at midnight and tell her happy birthday since she is a New Year's Day baby.
About midday we left the guesthouse in search of food. We walked across the moat, and aswe often do, wandered aimlessly, starving and arguing because we were deliriously hungry. We came across a side street where a guy was telling 2 Asian (maybe Chinese) girls that The Yellow Bird Cafe had very good food. We decided to follow them and have lunch at this restaurant (we use the term very loosely).
The woman who appeared to own/operate the restaurant greeted the guy at the gate and told him that she was just opening because she had had a party the night before. We removed our shoes and followed him onto the porch which was made of wood, painted in bright colors, with a floor covered with throw pillows. Two tables were motorcycle tires, filled with cement, containing a beer umbrella. We sat on the floor, at a low slung table made of 2 2x4s with legs, waiting for the lady to come take our order. There was nothing even remotely speedy about this process and we began to wonder if we should have decided to eat lunch here. She did bring us 2 Chang beers which soothed us for a while.
P- OMG! You have to go see that bathroom! It is totally bizarre!!!
G- I have to go anyway and check on the 'woman scourge'. (upon my return to our “table”) You are right, it's a very bizarre room. Do you think that the girl who just cooked us lunch, and must own this place, lives here too and that's her personal bathroom as well?
P- Yes. That is exactly what I was thinking.
G- I hated the idea of going to the bathroom barefoot, but what choice do we have when we have to leave our shoes at the “front door”? Even though it was totally weird that the bathroom floor was made of small, lose rocks, and it hurt my feet to walk on it, it seemed less gross.
P- And that is the first bathtub we've seen since that one at Sinur Bali. It was quite the eclectic room.
G- You want to have a bathroom like that when we settle down again one day?
P- Hell no!!!
G- I know we talked about going to see more temples, but I'm tired and I don't feel like walking around in this heat. Can we just go back to the guesthouse and sit in the breeze way and work on the computer.
P- Sure baby. You know I never mind resting in the shade.
That is how we spent the remainder of our afternoon, sitting in the cool breeze way, working on blogs, and people watching. That evening we grabbed a bite to eat, a few beers and another foot massage from Timmy. We just can't pass up those $2.00 foot massages!!!!
