Good riddance, Bali Nyuh Gading Villas. I won’t be returning. However, I did appreciate Nyoman’s sincere help. I tipped him well.
We checked in at the Mutiara Hotel. However, we were shown to a different room this time–one without a balcony or pool view. I returned to the front desk and demanded the room I was shown last night. I wondered how much drama would ensue this time. No worries. They complied without hesitation. Thank God.
Jameelah and I walked around exploring Seminyak–the high-end tourist town of Bali. I ventured into the Circle-K mini mart to pick up my obiligatory honey lemon tea. Jameelah eyed the Cadbury fruit & nut chocolate bar. I tried a hunk, and it was good! Perhaps I should add it to my routine.
We went to the Bali Arts Festival that night. It was one of Jameelah’s top things to do in Indoensia.
The Indonesian arts are simple, pure, and indigineous. It’s rooted in religion, nature, and ancient history. It’s fascinating. Even mediocre performances were interesting because they were unlike anything in Western arts. Their performances included mythical creatures, nature, conquest, death, and strong, traditional gender roles. Men were warriors and women were elegant dancers.
We heard the quality was best in Ubud though–a small, artsy town 20 miles north. We’d head there in a two days. We both looked forward to it.
