Back to Sanur

Being held captive by the immigration dept we could not stray far as we had no passports so decided to return to Sanur to set up camp. Sanur is not the most  authentic or interesting Baliense location and is a bit of an Aussie stronghold with bugger all to do as its just all built up and sprawling so we decided to splash out and rent an apartment so we could get some home cooked food as we both had rice and noodles coming out our ears. Luckily the apartment we rented was in a small complex and had a swimming pool, which we found out later turned into our own private pool as there was no-one else staying there. If anyone else showed up to view the other apartments, Kath and I would go out of our way to make the place unappealing by hanging our washing all over the place and hanging out in the common areas looking aggressive and anti-social while the owner showed them around. One Indonesian couple did slip in when we were out one day so when they were enjoying a swim in OUR pool having a laugh and a giggle I went down in my speedos , scratching my nuts as I descended into the pool and started to ask quick fire aggressive questions about their relationship as they were quite young. Anyway they left the pool area a few minutes later and checked out within the hour.

Get out of MY pool!

We settled into a mediocre few days, killing time so we could get our passports back, amusing ourselves by whizzing around on our motor scooter and searching for cheap vodka on the mean streets of Sanur and deterring prospective new tenants from moving in. We did meet an Aussie who rented an apartment downstairs who was reluctant to hold any conversation with us at all so we named him 'grumpy fucker' and took great delight on monitoring his activities from our balcony and noticed he had a penchant for a rather rotund 'call girl' on the odd evening when it suited him that made Kath and I speculate what we would do if he had a heart attack while on the job and if he did die would it be immoral to help ourselves to the wares of his empty apartment as we had spied that his kitchen area was a better fitted out than our own? (he didn't die so we never had to answer that question luckily!)

Did you know they make bread here in green and pink? (no it's not mouldy) firstthought)