Yesterday I took a tumble. In the middle of the footpath in the main street at 7:15am
on my way to breakfast. Approx 15
minutes prior when getting dressed I had looked at my sandals and the thought
that they look a bit nanna-ish before I remembered how comfy they are and how
well they have served me. Fitflop
Roma’s courtesy of Amazon a couple of years ago. So I kept them on.
I had decided to go to The Porch for breakfast , 5-10 mins walk up the
main street. So I was walking
along and the next thing I know I’ve gone A over T, landing on my L) knee &
ankle & L) hand/wrist. I sat
there wondering what the hell had happened for a good minute or so and did a
quick inventory – no nothing broken, my toes have come out over the top of the
sandal and how the hell am I going to get up with any dignity? Dignity be damned, it was ass up first,
facing the street and a slow backward hand crawl along the footpath towards my
feet and a then a mighty push and I was upright. Voila! And
ouchies! A quick pat down of my
clothes did not reveal any gaping holes and I was happy to see that the
shopkeeper across the road had resumed sweeping her stoop now the sideshow was
over. Thankyou for your offer of
assistance, ma’am – not! I had
skinned my knee, calf and ankle, all bleeding. I also had a deep imprint of the footpath pebbles on my L)
palm but skin is intact. I had a
refresher towel from the plane in my bag, so I mopped up the blood, rehoused my
foot into my frickin’ traitorous old granny sandals and limped off to The
Porch. Have scuffed the leather
strap across the instep of said traitorous old granny sandals. Care factor zero.
And what a delicious breakfast I had. It almost took my mind off my
fall. God, my knees hurt and so
does my L) wrist. I delighted in
seeing crispy eye bacon on my plate. In all the times I have been coming to
Bali, I have only ever been served streaky bacon. Only the other morning I surmised over breakfast at Café
Batu Jimbar that this is the only bacon you can get in Bali as I surgically
dissected the fat from the meagre bits of edible flesh. I had already decided that I wouldn’t be
back after they only gave me one piece of toast with my eggs & streaky
bacon. And over-gingered my juice.
Back to The Porch - yummy scrambled eggs, ciabiatta toast x2
and stir fried onions and mushrooms.
Divine pineapple juice too. I’d also tried breakfast at Smorga – meh. I
stopped off at the chemist on my way back and bought a small bottle of Betadine
and tea-tree cream. I returned to The Porch for brekky this morning. Not sure about their official opening
time. I did bag the best seat in
the house – the padded corner booth on the porch because I was the first one
there at 7:20am.
You know, sometimes researching restaurants can take the fun
out of discovering untapped gastronomical delights. It can also increase your expectations as the reviewer may
have had garlic breath or have the most basic standards when tasting and
reviewing their food. Such was the
case on Monday when I went to Warung Little Bird. I actually went there by accident. My goal was to find Mona Lisa’s for lunch, but I must have
walked past it and spotted the warung I’d read about. Glowing reviews on Trip
Advisor & yes it is cheap.
Firstly they didn’t have any seafood when I ordered their seafood mie
goreng. So I decided on chicken
mie goreng instead and a pineapple juice and both were disappointing. I apologise to their legions of fans,
but the noodles were only ok, the chicken was a bit tough - certainly nothing
to rave about and not a very big serving at that. The juice had a weird ‘dusty’
flavour I have never come across before – not pleasant at all. So I have crossed it off my list of
recommendations. Maybe their usual
cook was on an ADO? Or gone fishing?
To be contrary I found the reviews of Three Monkeys bang on
the money. Di-vine. It is very close to my hotel and the
food was fantastic. They give you
complementary prawn crackers and home made pappadumish thingies with a mild
sambal. Very tasty. I had scrumptious
prawn spring rolls as an entrée and a dish with satay lilit (minced fish
grilled on the ends of spring onion stalks - no satay sauce involved) accompanied
by shredded spicy chicken and a fern tip salad-like mixture and sambal. I also had delicious virgin summer berry
granita which I cannot recommend highly enough – in fact greedy guts here had
two! I am praying they’re not fattening.
If they are, don’t tell me because I repeated the whole experience again
for dinner last night. I also had lunch
there a couple of days ago. No prize for guessing what I drank. I had their shredded chicken, sambal
and young mango pizza. Very thin
base, minimal oil and not too much cheese (for the benefit of the food police
in my weight loss group who may be reading this). It was scrumdiddle-e-umptious! It was a bit embarrassing when the
waiter could recite what I had eaten the previous 2 visits. Am so predictable? The answer is yes
please, I will have the sate lilit & granitas again terima kasih. To my delight, he told me there is a
sister restaurant in Ubud. Woohoo – heading to Ubud today after lunch for a
week long stay before it’s home again on the 8th.
Yesterday I had lunch on the beach at The Beach Café. I walked through the Villa Shanti
grounds to the beach and along the boardwalk. My knee is sore, but I figure I should keep moving or it
will get stiff. I also fear in the
back of my mind that I manifested the fall so I wouldn’t have to feel guilty
about not doing any of the Jillian Michael exercise DVDs I copied onto my
laptop with the best of intentions and ignored them. After all, I am injured now. With a slight limp.
And scabs. At The Beach
Café I had their lunch special – a seafood open burrito along with an orange,
lime & passionfruit juice. I
posted a photo of the vista from my table on facebook – so my friends could be
suitably jealous. I would love to
say it was serene, but they are setting up for the Full Moon festival, so there
were men erecting stuff and a lot of man-chatter. Then a couple with a caterwauling baby came and sat at the
table next to me, so I took this as a sign from the universe to be off. Besides, the R) front leg of my chair
was slowly sinking into the sand at a greater rate than the L) with the possible
intention of tipping me, an injured woman, into a heap on the ground. I have displeased the gods of shoes and
furniture. And on a full moon too!
Am I doomed?
My apologies for my obsession with food, btw. I have and probably always will adore
the diversity of food available in Bali.
Plus I love eating and hate cooking. Plus I have been somewhat deprived for several months as I
shed those kilos. Not that I
haven’t got another 20kg to go, so I am being mindful of what I eat and drink
so I don’t undo all my good work.
And now that I can’t exercise I will need to be more vigilant. Prior to my fall, I had dinner at Mona
Lisa (found it). A nice chicken in
lemongrass with veggies and my first glass of alcohol in several weeks – a
Hatten’s dry white. It reminds me
of a sav blanc blend – not too shabby at all. The food was nice, not wonderous. I enjoyed the complimentary bruschetta more than my meal to
be honest. It did take an awfully
long time before a waitress offered a bill and that was only after I was able
to catch someone’s eye. They did
not offer a dessert menu. Am I being
policed by waitresses now? There are no calories in looking at what desserts
are on offer and piously declining to imbibe. But I wasn’t given the opportunity. Boo! Bless the Three Monkeys waiter who
brought me the dessert menu when I ate there.
After my delicious lunch at The Beach Café I walked up to
Tootsie’s shop at the beach market, sloughing off the touts with ease. I bought a dress, some jewellery and a linen
scroll hanging about peace – “A happy person is not a person in a certain set
of circumstances, but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes.” A wise
man was Buddha. That scroll was
only $3 and better finished than one I bought at home at the Ishkar shop which
was $15 on sale. Very happy with
my purchases. I had to rein myself
in, as I didn’t have much money on me.
The walk back into the main drag was very hot and I ducked into an ATM
booth and slowly , very slowly took out some money (they’re air-conditioned). I hailed a cab and the driver flat out
refused to put his meter on, so we argued all the way to my hotel and I only
gave him Rp5000. He didn’t have
any ID on the dashboard, so I told him off for that too. He got quite an earful
and soon learned that although my skin may be whiter than white, (red where I
have been burnt over the past 2 days and beginning to freckle - joy!) I am no
green girl just off the turnip truck! He was taking that fare off the books, I’m sure. You will
note that I did not take my new wall hangings wise words on board at this time!
With all that arguing, I’d forgotten that I was going to go to Hardy’s to top
up my sim card. Again I forgot
after dinner last night too, which was annoying because we lost power for over
3 hours and I’d used the last of my credit surfing the net.
Honestly the wi-fi at my hotel is hopeless. Best description is predictably
unpredictable. 3G on my phone is faster and more reliable, but I am not typing
my missives on my phone! The crap
wi-fi and power failure delayed this post. I couldn’t sleep either. It was soooo hot without the air con. I find it difficult to
get comfortable sleeping on a mattress too, so I wake up frequently. Missing my waterbed. And my furbabies. My brother dropped me off at the
airport on Sunday in my car, and my furboys spent 30 minutes looking for me
when he got home, he said. My car
was here, where was I? Cute. On Monday I ran into a woman with a
poodle pup near Hardys. I’ve not
seen a poodle in Bali and stopped for suitable admiration & petting as is a
poodle’s due. A little black one,
like my Hamish. My other toy
poodle Dougal is apricot, and a bit blond – Hamish the younger runs rings
around him.
Then I came across another puppy – albeit a Heinz variety
one at Optik Wina the other day. I
gave him some pats & he settled to sleep on my foot. So cute. I love dogs, with the exception of the street dog maniacally
barking the other night. I ordered some new multifocal sunglasses and new
lenses in my favourite reading glasses at Optik Wina. They will be delivering them in a few days up to Ubud. Great service. In the taxi on the way back I spotted
Massimo’s with some salivation.
Love their deep pan Hawaiian pizza and their gelati, but it is a
temptation I must forgo. Oooh, and those complimentary little doughnut-like
balls they give you. Step away from the memory. Now!
Back to yesterday….so I get back to the hotel all hot &
bothered after arguing with the taxi driver. Yippee – there’s no one at the pool. I haven’t been in the pool yet. Whenever I contemplated it, there were
2 guys in it – they seemed pretty close & I didn’t want to intrude. It is very difficult to put on bathers
when you are hot & sweaty, let me tell you. They just do not want to co-operate. I finally win the
struggle & off down to the pool. OMG – the water is like a warm bath!
Noooo! Maybe it’s cooler down the deep end? Nope. Eventually my body temperature equalises so I no longer feel
so hot & sit neck deep on the steps to soak in the atmosphere. And soak my sore knee. It is so peaceful. I am choosing to ignore the distant
hammering because it’s distant & not really intrusive. The birdsong more than makes up for
it. There are so many birds
around. I am woken by the sounds
of them coming to life in the mornings, along with the ever familiar rooster
crowing and the sound of a straw broom on the pavement sweeping up errant
leaves. Back to soaking…there are
some small black & white birds flying the length of the pool and swooping
in for a drink in the same spot each time, with precision manoevres. Circle and
swoop, circle and swoop. I tried
to Google birds of Bali to see what sort of birds they are, but that damned
wi-fi had other ideas! There is a water bird of some sort – possibly a type of
ibis fossicking at the edge of the lawn near the garden bed. There is not another soul around. Just
me and nature. Bliss. And then me and a cast of thousand on
the pool lounge – ants.
So as I mentioned earlier, I am moving on to Ubud today after
lunch. I have a vague memory of an
exceptional chicken cordon bleu at The Wicked Parrot so I thought I might visit
for lunch today, then ring for a taxi for my trip to beloved Ubud. I am trying another hotel I’ve never
stayed at – Sri Ratih Cottages.
So in closing for now, I rate the Sayang Sanur Terrace House
highly. This property is in a
prime location, set well back from the street and is quiet. The ‘apartment’ is spacious, has lots
of power outlets, replenished daily are the towels, 1.5L bottle of water and a
sachet of washing detergent. The
kitchenette has a gas burner, cooking implements, cutlery & crockery &
dishwashing liquid (none of which I used). There are two permanent towel rails fixed at intervals on
the balcony and there is a small plastic square hangy thing with built in pegs
for hanging your washed smalls up to dry.
The staff are friendly too.
My only negatives besides the dodgy wifi is there is no phone, so
enquiries must be made in person at reception (no biggie, but a pain in the
behind when the power went), no pool towels (byo) and the inability to turn off
the balcony outside light at night (unless there is a hidden light switch that
I missed somewhere). You are also dependant on the nightly habits of your next
door neighbour – take your mind out of the gutter! - there are frosted windows
facing each other with no curtains, so if they are scared of the dark &
need a night light, it may well shine into your room. I didn’t have that problem, fortunately. Oh, and if you want
a double bed, book a downstairs room, though the rooms are slightly smaller.
