Lazy Day
Little to report today, as I don’t think we actually left the hotel room until 5, other than to go for breakfast at (gulp) 11. The downside of the deluxe room is clearly that there is absolutely no reason to leave it. I could easily see slipping in to a comfort zone sequestered inside the walls of this little villa and coming back to reality 23 days later realizing that we never actually saw anything of substance. That kind of experience I can have at a resort in Phoenix, so it’s back to the hovel that was our original room this afternoon, and hopefully some motivation to head back into Kuta.
We did take advantage of the laid back day to catch up on a few things. For me, unfortunately, that meant work. For Ang, some focused time spent on the phone. We have a pretty good setup this trip as in addition to the video chat we use to talk to the kids, we also have an internet phone that let’s us call anyone else. Together, they definitely make the distance seem much smaller.
Our only real activity of the day was an evening walk over to the nearby temple, both to see it at sunset and to wander through the maze of stalls in search of a green coconut – the latter we’d been told is a remedy for many of the ills that come with eating from street carts and drinking beverages of unknown origin (carbonated preferably – after watching Slumdog Millionaire, bottled water also seems a little more suspect). If the unpleasantness of drinking warm coconut water through a straw is any indicator of medicinal quality, we should be good to go – blah.
We did have grand plans for a nice room service dinner on the patio since it would be our last night in this room, but feeling a little worse for wear (green coconuts apparently take some time to work), we just didn’t have the energy to pull it together, which seems pretty pathetic now that I write it. Instead, we settled for a gourmet meal of Cup O’ Noodles that we bought a few days back, not totally missing the irony in sitting in a private compound at a resort half a world away and eating seven cents worth or soup (although we splurged and both had our own cup, to hell with the expense).