Bali Bomb Memorial
About 1 1/2 hours before the bus leaves Jalan Legian, that's enough time for a quick stomp of the local area, get some lunch and see how the tourists are behaving! Walking back towards the Bali bomb monument along Legian, a narrow street choked with traffic - cars and scooters mainly, going nowhere fast, creeping forward less than walking pace. Very hot, very humid and it's full on tourist pandering with every place selling the same items, the same food all priced roughly the same - that is to say double and more of what locals expect to pay. And finding somewhere local around here looks like a no go proposition right now, especially with a bus to catch pretty soon.
Right in the thick of Bali nightclub land with bars and clubs defining the area with prominence. Then the empty space where there was once a popular night club on 2002 and adjacent to that, the memorial, a fitting tribute to those that perished in the bomb attack. A sobering moment among the tourists as they arrive, click, contemplate and move on. So, looking around here, it's a frantically busy scene predominantly made up of white tourists. The nightclubs are open for daytime drinking and pizza. Quite a number of overweight middle aged white men in singlets advertising what I assume is the local mass produced larger - Bintang, letting it all hang out as they view the world passing by at 12.45pm, clutching their booze.
Eager to find some food without paying too much over the odds I duck down a side street, poppies Lane 2, and just off that to the left, another small street with a couple of rustic cafes, and the clientele, Western. The prices though are actually reasonable for once, about ￡1 for a plate of fried rice and vegetables, 50 p for a cup of very weak tea, clearly not designed for Westerners. They all look rather subdued in here, guys in singlets, yes the Bintang variety, armpits hanging out. The girls, scantily clad, boobs not quite on show, but not far off! I guess this is the cafe of choice for hangover cures! I'm quite happy to be heading away from this and into a region of real Bali, unpretentious, certainly less frantic according to,research, so let's get on that bus and take a look.
About 1 1/2 hours before the bus leaves Jalan Legian, that's enough time for a quick stomp of the local area, get some lunch and see how the tourists are behaving! Walking back towards the Bali bomb monument along Legian, a narrow street choked with traffic - cars and scooters mainly, going nowhere fast, creeping forward less than walking pace. Very hot, very humid and it's full on tourist pandering with every place selling the same items, the same food all priced roughly the same - that is to say double and more of what locals expect to pay. And finding somewhere local around here looks like a no go proposition right now, especially with a bus to catch pretty soon.
Right in the thick of Bali nightclub land with bars and clubs defining the area with prominence. Then the empty space where there was once a popular night club on 2002 and adjacent to that, the memorial, a fitting tribute to those that perished in the bomb attack. A sobering moment among the tourists as they arrive, click, contemplate and move on. So, looking around here, it's a frantically busy scene predominantly made up of white tourists. The nightclubs are open for daytime drinking and pizza. Quite a number of overweight middle aged white men in singlets advertising what I assume is the local mass produced larger - Bintang, letting it all hang out as they view the world passing by at 12.45pm, clutching their booze.
Eager to find some food without paying too much over the odds I duck down a side street, poppies Lane 2, and just off that to the left, another small street with a couple of rustic cafes, and the clientele, Western. The prices though are actually reasonable for once, about ￡1 for a plate of fried rice and vegetables, 50 p for a cup of very weak tea, clearly not designed for Westerners. They all look rather subdued in here, guys in singlets, yes the Bintang variety, armpits hanging out. The girls, scantily clad, boobs not quite on show, but not far off! I guess this is the cafe of choice for hangover cures! I'm quite happy to be heading away from this and into a region of real Bali, unpretentious, certainly less frantic according to,research, so let's get on that bus and take a look.
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