Neither Balinese nor mom gave a little festivity. There are small pieces of paper-made flags under the roof of the security post at the office. There are still some remaining small waving flags along any given road around Bali. And there were some hours of cloudy sky throughout the national holiday.
I had adequate rest the night before, plugging the Classical music into my ears in mild volume helped me get relaxed and sleep shortly after the first few tracks. Adagio is my best track, so far. Having planned and determined to meet up with Bote and Joop on the Aug 17th, I managed to get the bus ticket which left at 8:30 am. But before that, a quick hot shower and a quick
I expected it'd be a small car with just a few passengers inside...the old car has fading paint on each wall yet adjustable seat and fixed windows made it acceptable. I took a seat on the right side, it was the last three rows from the back door, close to the window. After settled down for a bit, two
'Hey! No! No! I...!' he went on yapping yapping yapping, everyone's attention were on him by now. The driver lifted up the surf board again. The Italian passenger walked out to the back of the bus. I expected he'd walked out with his seemed-to-be wife or girlfriend, but the wifey remain sitteth, now on his seat. I looked back at the surfboard which went nowhere. I let out a hearty laugh. Shortly after that, the woman on my right side talked to the wifey, in Italian. Oh, it was a bunch of
Oh...what a slow ride. I busied myself shuffling the music on the iPod, looked out the window yet avoiding the woman who by now has completely ignored me.
9:33 am. I stepped out of the bus, jumped into the pedestrian area, my backpack felt a bit lighter than usual.
Then everything felt so good. Walking down to the Shopping mall excitedly and smelling the sea...I took a long look at each interesting traveler, my kind of small entertainment. I tried to make out what was on their mind by their walk, facial expression, or dress.
After bought some new undies, I tooka motor taxi to my Dutch friends' villa. It costed Rp.20'000,- and ten minutes talkative ride. Meeting Bote and Joop for the first time reminded me of how it was with Heino and Sjoerd. They have the same warm friendliness and the European English accent. We sat on the chairs outside their room which facing the abandoned swimming pool, it was a nice afternoon and my stomach started to growl.
In less than one hour, we arrived on crowded Ganesha beach, sat between them under the shades of the tree and an umbrella, we resumed our fun conversations, while each of them took some round of swimming on the sea.
'You are not swimming?' they asked.
'Is it too cold that you wanna lay around in your jeans and all?' they teased again.
We laughed alot. Had Gado-gado lunch while both of them ordered what Heino&Sjoerd had when with me traveling to Tanah Lot; Sandwiches.
The took some photos of us and savored the wonderful weather.
We left the beach and said good bye before seven pm. I feel bad for not being able to see them again before their departure on early Thursday morning. If only today were not a working day. Anyhow, I enjoyed their company, their friendliness and all. The same gratefulness like those for Heino and Sjoerd who had vacation to France at the time Joop and Bote started theirs on Java island.
I made a short call to mom that day, singing happy birthday after she said hello. A crispy happy laughter of her made me smile, 'I am making the favorite New Year's cookie for your auntie,' she reported. No birthday celebration at home, she decided so. No special menu on the table for anyone, and Nenny even had to go to work.
'I am leaving at eight pm with your Auntie Pika, and Auntie Melda,' she said. The nine hour bus ride to Medan to attend the wedding of my cousin Ninny for me always sounds exhausting. She always provides herself some light snacks like roasted peanuts, you would hear the crunching peanuts, gulps of drinking water, and rarely, a snore from her mouth. Mom always well-organized. 'I might stay a bit longer,' she said, 'But none of your sisters will come with me.'
This afternoon after lunchbreak, she made another phonecall informing she has arrived and now were talking with everyone at my Auntie's house, 'My sister's house,' she referred.
Glad to know she is having a good time, and health.