I should have thought through my decision to sit in the front row of an Indonesian fire show a little further. While I wan't on the receiving end of an on-fire/smoldering coconut husk, my neighbours weren't so lucky. No obvious injurues or hospital visits required, just a stunned lass.
Known for its theatre/music performances, I finally attended one on my last night in Ubud, Indonesia after my cocktail swilling flashpacker friends had moved on before I too was Thailand and real friends bound.
Their pear-shaped visa run put a wee kink in my excited plans to see familiar Canadian faces. After I hadn't heard from my friends 18 hours after they were due to return from Burma, I resigned that they must be in a bin. In Burma.
Rather, they'd moved on to Ko Phi Phi with nary a phone call or email until they were settled on that debacherous island. I met Linda, a witty, chatty and interesting Brit. After a quick meal, we stumbled into a jazz music festival for the King's Birthday. Grabbing take-away noodles, our weight in rum we moseyed back over for a listen. Both of us may have had boats to catch in the morning, but that didn't stop the rum flowing or the free Changs pouring in from the locals.
Heavy headed I landed on Phi Phi, met my mates and proceded to do it all over again. I once again had a boat to catch in the morning. A dive boat.
The seas were relentlessly rolly and big which did suprisingly little to quell my seasickness/raging hangover. The King Cruiser was spectacular, the other two dives were average with the topside scenery taking all the points.
Processing rice in Bali's abundant terraces
Crazy big Balinese meal post-cycling/down hill cruising
Gunung Kawi outside Ubud
Generally sage advice
This performer alledgedly went into a trance and walked over/kicked around those coconut husks
Nemo and his mates
Cuddlefish
Spanish dancer
Shit viz, but that hooded figure is me in 27 degree water. Brr.
From viewpoint on Ko Phi Phi
Around Phi Phi
View from my window post boys
I have no idea
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