I am now back in Australia, nursing a fairly aggressive strain of Bali belly… I doubt I got a wink of sleep last night, but I’ll save you further details. So while watching everyone post their fabulous Melbourne Cup outfit choices on social media I am on the couch (closer to the bathroom than my bed…), sorting the rest of my photos.
On Thursday, having been joined by Elly (once our housemate, but who now presents weather in Darwin) and her sister Annie, we returned to Potato Head for a second round. But it was different this time.
I had Prohibition Ice Tea this time around, which was a citrusy blend complete with dry ice, so the pot was steaming away like hot tea.
Shortly before or after the above photo was taken, a couple of vile, loud mouthed idiots covered in tatts (including the ‘my brothers’ keeper’ tattoo synonymous with the Bra Boys from Sydney- ‘bra’ standing for Maroubra) reached new heights in obnoxious behaviour by pulling their genitals out onto the swim-up bar for a photo. One of them got naked again as they were getting kicked out by security… Such class.
In other news, we got given flower leis.
We left and went to the Salty Seagull, which does tacos and wings and sliders and other American/Mexican stuff. Which seems to be all the rage in Bali at the moment. (can’t believe I just said “all the rage”…)
We had an early dinner and then met up with some of the guys we met at the pool. During the night one of the guys slipped over holding glass and took chunks, literally chunks, out of his arm and had to go to hospital. I don’t think I’ll ever forget what it looked like. So gross. Weird night.
The next morning we did some shopping and got some massages. In the afternoon we had the high tea Bec and Claire had organised at Biku as part of my birthday present back in August. The tea came with a side of tarot card reading.
We took turns having our cards read by a heavily accented woman. It was nice. She said some pretty insightful things that surprised me. Who knows?!
When not having our cards read we feasted on the treats on towering cake stands.
My favourite is always the scones.
We drank delicious iced teas instead of hot, which would have been awful given the oppressive humidity.
That evening we went to my favourite restuarant in Bali; Mehri Puti. It was Halloween and on the way there we passed hundreds of people dressed in ghostly attire headed to many parties.
It’s hard to decide whether the best thing about Mehri Puti is the food or the surroundings:
The cocktails were also pretty good.
We left sufficiently stuffed. Only one more day to go!