Apologies to the one (1) reader of this blog (as of July 6) for the wait. In my defence, the road to boredom was lengthy and some of that labor stuff got in the way too. Today marks my fourth day in Bali. Bali Beach that is. Crete. As in Crete Island, Greece. I planned to blog the first day here but I had some phone trouble. I'll get to that bit later.
This trip marks my first attemp at putting my vacation in the hands of a travel agency. It was also the first time I took the "last minute" approach as we booked the trip one day before the scheduled departure. I had my doubts - driving to Vienna's Schwechat airport overnight to catch our very early outbound flight and all I had in my pocket was a piece of paper in German. I was assured this piece of paper is all I need to receive round-trip tickets for two and 8 days all inclusive in Bali, including the transfer from and back to the airport in Heraklion. Yes, I had my doubts.
Everything went so smoothly. The German reisen buro really delivered. The plane took off and touched down on time. Finding the right bus (out of 50 on a parking lot that fits roughly 25 buses and currently under construction) to take us to Bali was a bit of a pickle but we weren't afraid it would leave without us, for every bus somehow blocked another two or three buses. After leaving out an entire night's sleep, the transfer from the airport, however, did not allow me to rest. It's as if the driver had a battle with himself to beat his best time from Heraklio to Bali. After roughly fifty cars overtaken on a double line and a German shephard "resting" in the slow lane, we finally arrived to our hotel.
No sign of economic crises here on the island, on the contrary, the mood is calm, hotels and local businesses prospering. One of these businesses is car rentals. For some of my future European subscribers, renting is hiring. Don't ask me why. On day two we recruited a car, made in France, so we knew it was shit just like anything else from that country - big shout out to my French readers, I love you guys to death! I quickly adapted to the Greek driving style and must say, it can be helpful making three lanes out of one. Motorcyclists don't wear helmets on the highway. That is all. Our Peugeout took us to several attractive spots in the west and also saw some great sceneries on the south side of Crete.
Back to Bali. There are a total of five beaches here, one smaller than the next. They are packed! With Russians that is. Everywhere you go, every pay phone you go by, it's da da da (download on itunes). But I don't mind, the alcohol isn't that strong so they behave themselves.
Almost forgot the juicy bits. Day one. After a quick round trip around the car rentals and souvenir shops to map the prices, I returned to the hotel to my beloved pool and jumped. What a dive! I looked around only to see that no one was looking. Their loss. Belly flops just don't get any better. I swam towards my metaxa with sprite only to find I left my phone in the pocket of my swim trunks. Real smart Jan. After just over two days of grieving, it magically works again. Woohoo. For now.
Off to lunch. No, one more dip in the pool. Check my pockets...
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