Kuta, Bali and back to Kuala Lampur

We got back to Kuta Beach and had about 20 hours before we had to be at the airport to catch a flight to KL. We went to the temple on the south coast of the island. Again, Romi got attacked by monkeys. They once again stole her water and then stole her camera case. Some guides in the area gave the monkey some food, and the camera case was rightfully returned. Romi really hates monkeys now.

We got a hotel room for the time we were there, but mostly to stash our bags. The room was gross, and we vowed to spend as little time there as possible. We went to a restaurant and watched a movie. We spent as much time as possible in an internet cafe. We walked around everywhere. Finally, I had to get some sleep, so I went back and crashed on the bed, but I had all my clothes on and was wrapped in my sarong to I didn't really have to touch anything.

We had to get up at 3am to go to the airport. We were walking towards the main road with our backpacks on and some drunks guys were coming back from the bar. They couldn't figure out why we had our packs and were convinced that we were just lost, and wanted to help us find where we needed to go. Pretty funny entertainment. The airport was closed still when we got there, so we just hung around. Thanks for telling us we needed 3 hours...

Our flight was good. We got into the airport in KL and I realized that I had lost my credit card. After going over the last few days, I was pretty sure that I had just left it in a bank machine in Ubud. It sucked. We put our bags in storage because we only had 12 hours in the city. There was no point of getting a hotel room because of the timing with the airport shuttle and when the flight left, blah blah blah. We took the bus into the city and went to an internet place to I could call the credit card company. Nothing was charged on it since I had lost it, so that was good.

On the way out and walking down the street, I had to squeeze between two scooters that were parked on the sidewalk. The inside of my left leg touched the tail pipe of one of the bikes, and the searing heat of the tail pipe burned my skin. The pain was so intense that my leg almost gave out on me and I almost fell down on the sidewalk. After swearing out loud for a good minute, I was ok to keep walking. I kept my eye on it, and soon enough, a huge bubble formed where the burn was. It was the size of two twoonies put next to each other, and it bloody hurt!

We went to the big mall to spend the rest of the afternoon. Romi wanted to get a hair cut so I just went to a restaurant and had some wine and read my book. I felt like a high school mall rat walking around. My clothes are feeling snug. Probably form all the cheap beer and deliciously fatty food I have been eating for the last 4 months. I have a backpack with big rip in the side. My hair is plastered down on my head because I can't be bothered to do anything with it. I am almost home and am so excited to start putting some effort back into the way I look.

My burn was getting worse. I had to go to a pharmacy and get some bandages and some antifungal cream. This is one of the most common injuries that travelers get in this part of the world. But its usually from getting off the scooter on the wrong side, and burning your right leg on the tail pipe. I was pretty proud that I didn't have this happen to me. Well, it did, but in another way, and I really did not want it to get infected.

We headed back to the airport on the last shuttle. We got our bags and were making a little camp spot in the airport. Then Denise walks by! I was so happy to see her. I knew she would be in the airport around the same time as us. We were going to be meeting in Manila anyway. She went off to catch her flight and Romi and I went back to our new beds in the airport. But we soon got kicked out because they were cleaning. We headed outside to some benches. I looped all the straps of my backpacks through my arms, curled up under my sarong, and went to sleep on a bench outside of the airport.


The monkey drinking Romi's water, again.