Splurging in Seminyak
After a small – crazy love – detour, I went back to Bali to catch my flight back to Europe. Having spent less money than I thought, I negotiated a great deal in a 5* hotel for the previous nights, so my mind was already back to European standards.
Arriving at Denpasar, this random – it’s fair to say pretty weird – Canadian made a remark about my cool leopard print pants and since we were both heading to Seminyak, we evidently had to share a taxi. He was travelling with 2 English girls. Actually, the girls were travelling together and one of them had fallen in love (or was at least hooking up) with the crazy Canadian. The other girl and I decided to share a room to save costs (the saving being around 75.000 IDR, which is about 6$ or €5).
Her name was Katie. We were a perfect match. We went for a walk on the beach. Passing resort after resort, we saw no other option than walking into the fanciest one and act as if we belonged (which, let’s face it, we did). Spending twice the amount we just saved on our room per cocktail (watermelon martini’s are in fact a great substitute for breakfast), the mood was set: We were up for a splurge. That evening we discovered Potato Head. The minimum spent of 500.000 IDR was rather high for Indonesian standards, but hey, it was my last night in Indonesia. As if we needed an excuse.
I had a big to-do-list the next day, hiring a scooter to visit Tanah Lot being my biggest goal. But what about sunbathing at Potato Head’s infinity pool instead? I can’t remember which of us induced the other, but I can honestly say we both didn’t really need any persuading at all.
That’s when we had him. The perfect sandwich. The sandwich who made the hot Aussie surfer crowd and the great lounge music fade to dust. The one.
Just before heading to the airport, I squeezed in a last Bloody Mary. With enough condiments to count as a meal. Perfection.