I was going it alone in Bali. Countless people ask me how is it that I travel on my own, or what made me decide to go solo! I can only say, “In life, sometimes something happens, and it is only much later that we realize it happened for a reason.
Oodles of years ago, while I was living in Tenerife and going through a rocky relationship with an Italian Stallion, (The dictionary explains: - slang saying refers to a man regarded as virile and sexually active) Yeah, well the "Active" bit he certainly was, but not only with me! I think that you will get my meaning?
The moment had arrived where I was sick to death of this guy’s trouser zip working overtime with other women. Consequently, I jumped at the idea, when my friend Stella suggested we visit Bali. A paradisiacal island in Indonesia. In those days, we were young and slightly “off the wall” so it was not unusual to do impulsive things.
Before we knew it, the plane was landing at Denpasar (Ngurah Rai) the international airport in the south of Bali. Since we did not know a lot about the island, (at least not at that moment in time) we headed to Kuta beach, which originally had been a small fishing village. Today it is a very touristy resort and extremely popular amongst the surfers due to the large waves that hit the coastline.
We found ourselves a charming resort with individual bungalows’ set amongst swaying palm trees and green lawns. The first night we visited the famous night strip and had our first taste of delicious Indonesian food. I adore eating! So savoring the different cuisines of the countries I visit is one of my preferred pastimes.
When we returned to our bungalow to encountered hundreds of small, bright green frogs sitting in the grounds. They were all croaking at once and added a very special and unforgettable sound to our stunning surroundings. I quite like frogs! One of my exes looks rather like a frog! However, that is another story!
The very next morning we decided to hire a four-wheel drive to go around the island and explore. As I had forgotten to bring my driver’s license, naturally, Stella had to do all the paperwork in her name. (I mention this as you will discover, it is an anecdote for later in my story)