I started out being half-a-million-aire.
I left my stuff at the lockers in the airport -- near the domestic departure gates behind McDonald's. It cost me 25k, but I figured it's worth it. Left my luggage and laptop. Leaving me with only Gelo (my backpack) to carry.
A guy offered to take me to Kuta beach on his motorcycle for 50k. Gave me a short tour -- he didn't point it out, but there were stores selling magic mushrooms on pretty much every corner. He dropped me off by the market where I had a midnight snack/meal.
The old lady gave me everything on their menu (about 8 viands) for only 20k. That was a lot! Wasn't able to finish everything. I was so full that it took me a few minutes to get up on my feet.
After eating, I walked to the beach. On the way, I found a Circle K (a convenience store) where they're showing some football match. Watched a bit while taking advantage of the a/c. A guy offered me ladies, magic mushrooms and mj. When I refused, saying I have to leave in the morning, he offered to drive me to the airport. What a resourceful fellow!
I got to the beach and decided to walk around the
streets first. Most places are closed, and most of the ones that are
open are noisy dance-dance shitters. Found a quiet bar and got a drink
there. Sat there for an hour or so reading Going Solo. Went back to the
beach when i realized the bar was closing.
Sat there watching the
waves. I realized why it's a good place to surf. Most of the waves are
unbroken and they're pretty consistent -- each wave 5 meters behind the
other. Staring at the stars, I fell asleep for a few hours. It was nice
and breezy. Woke up with sand on my arms and legs though.
My day
started with a bottle of Bintang and a chicken mcmuffin. After that, I
decided to walk to the airport. I still had 3.5 hrs and I figured it's a
good way to pass the time. On the beach, facing the sea, the sun rose
from behind me, so to my left was south.
Went for a bit of a swim
then started walking. I planned to walk along the beach, but it got a
bit rocky. Went east a bit and found a path that seem to go all the way
south. It was close enough to the beach so I took it. It was great going
barefoot on that path. Followed a guy that seems to be going to the
airport (or near the airport) too. When we're near enough the airport
that I could hear the roaring of the planes, the guy went right to a road in some rich-looking village. He went into some store so I decided to go south again through that road.
A few hundred meters down, I found a Circle K where I bought some water. I also asked the guy how to walk to the airport from there since the road's going to the East. He told me I have to go back, turn right at a small street and go straight.
It was an incredibly small street. It was just wide enough for a small sedan to go through, provided the side mirrors are folded in. I had to move to the side of a house when a car passed by. When I got to the airport, I saw a few skaters making use of some big blocks of concrete as their rails. It's by the side of the airport where hundreds of motorcycles are parked.
I was completely dry by the time I walked with dozens of airport/airline employees to the terminal. Picked up my luggage and checked in. There was still two hours before my flight, so I did the usual airport-rounds.
