Anyway there I was in kuta wich is basically magaluf for the southern hemisphere
Aussies are lovely folks, mostly. All the wankers in oz go to kuta for their holidays.
I needed to escape
I slung my bag on and due to me getting confused with the local currency again (20,000 to the pound, easy to get mixed up) paid over the odds for a taxi to the bus station.
At the station I have to pay to get in, and I'm pretty sure I got charged more than the locals.
I'm running around trying to find a bus to kedisan and it turns out there isn't one but I can get a bus to bangli and get another one from there.
So this chubby curly haired local looking a bit like a dark skinned jeremy beadle offers to take me to bangli. The price is a little over the odds but that's expected as I'm a forgeinger and it's not too bad.
So I hop in to his blue minibus and he makes several stops to litterally fill the van with coconut halves, leaving room for maybe three passengers.
It's at this point I realise I'm not going to make it to kedisan today so I look through the guidebook for a guesthouse in Bangli
After driving for an age, he stopd. At last I'm at Bangli, I give him the money and zoooooooom he's off like a coconut filled rocket.
I then look about for the guesthouse that's reccomended in the book, the taxi drivers I ask haven't heard of it but in this country you doubt the word of a taxi driver if he tells you water is wet, so I ask in a couple of shops and it takes a while for me to make myself understood but eventually I find out I'm not in Bangli at all, I'm only halfway fucking there.
So now I have to pay way over the odds just to get to bangli as there's no guesthouse in whatever godforsaken hole the busman dropped me off at.

length? it took me three fucking days in the end
( VampireMonkeyOnSpeed a super sexy sexual sex terrorist sex, Tue 20 Feb 2007, 16:36, Reply)