Bros, Beaches, and Balinese Dancers

After a fairly painless wake up Rooney and I decided to go check the beach while others hit up the Internet. While walking to and when we got to the beach our suspicions were confirmed. We had officially entered bro town. There was countless large white sunglasses with neon color shorts. It seemed to be against the law to not say bro in a sentence and wear a shirt. With this atmosphere we assumed there was going to be some big time surfing.
When we got to the beach many people seemed to fit the part. The waves however were not the biggest. It was a let down watching a couple of guys sit on top of medium to small waves. It got very old fast and we left to find the others.
Later that evening we decided to celebrate Merrills birthday when the clock struck twelve. We had a couple drinks over a very late dinner and then went out. We stopped by a couple of different clubs and bars. One of the bars had some live music that let members of the crowd guest sing. Non of us ended up singing but there was as guy who did a very good Bob Marley impression which got a better response then the hired band.
The next morning was a little ruff. We once again were able to rally and get on our bus by nine am. The driver seemed nice and we were on our way. The first stop on our "tour" was at a Balinese dance performance. We were all kind of tired and found ourselves paying the 8 dollar entrance fee without really thinking about it. This proved to be a HUGE mistake. I was under the impression that going to see Gone With the Wind was the biggest waste of money but that was before this. The music was the best part but not nearly good enough to save the dancing. It was unbelievably boring and we could not get over the fact we just spent more money on the ticket (to see the last half of the show because we arrived late) then we did on the van and driver for the day. The dancers were unbelievably weak. I looked around in shock thinking of how many people were sitting and watching. Luckily it did not last as long as Gone With the Wind. After what became a ten a ten minute nap for members of the group we headed back to the van a little annoyed.
We got back in the van and hoped that the next stop would be better. This was helped out by the fact we decided as a group that we just wanted to get to the Besakih Temple and skip the rest of the stops. It took about 2 and half hours to get there. We got off and were told we needed to purchase sarong's in order to get into the temple. We figured you would be able to borrow them for free at the temple but we had no idea where it was in comparison to where we had been dropped off. With no help from people around us we just rented some. The temple itself was pretty cool though we were not allowed into parts with out a guide.
After we got back from our day of cultural experiences it was time to take a nap. It probably would have been a nights sleep but we got up to go out for a birthday dinner. We went to a restaurant called Havana Club. Seems how we were used to eating at bargain restaurants and street shops the menu had tons of things that looked incredible. However there was only one item that said it was for the very hungry. Naturally once one of the guys decided on the giant kabob it was all over. Their mine as well have only been one item on the menu. When the waiter came it was four giant kabobs and the birthday girls steak. The food came out on platters instead of plates. The menu was not joking when they warned it was only for the hungry. The kabob included five types of meat and more types of vegetables. It also came with a side of coleslaw and potatoes. The meal posed a sizable threat (especially because members of the group were not particularly hungry). Without hesitation we all dove in. Soon the fight was over. There were four clean plates instead of four kabobs. While everyone one was victorious the birthday desert that was purchased earlier that day would have to wait.
After the dinner we all went back to get some rest and get ready to move on to the next island.

-WBM