To Kudesa Homestay
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sat 24 Sep 2016 22:57
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To Kudesa
Homestay
 Our flight from Yogyakarta was very simple
and our B+B driver was there to meet us at Bali Airport. No sooner than we had
settled in the car than the heavens really opened. Visibility was greatly
reduced and soon the puddles looked like small lakes. Scooters were ridden by
bare-footed skippers in a variety of ponchos, bin liners and assorted protection
in many shapes and sizes. An hour and a half later we arrived at our digs, not wanting to go in search of food we had put in a pit stop for pot noodles and
our driver arrived with a hot flask. Who says we don’t know how to party
???
  The ‘garden en suite’
had me in fits of giggles, never before have I
settled on the loo in the slashing rain, luckily the toilet paper was located
over our right shoulder in its own potting shed. What a comedy, Bear thought the
whole thing was a worthy laugh but soon settled to a
game of patience.
 The rain stopped half way through the
night just as the Imam unlocked his vocal chords – he sounded so close we ought
to lean out of bed and be able to touch his sleeve. He stopped and a yappy
dog took up the baton........ We got up and fought the shower, it almost won but
after Bear went in search of ‘our man’ the swimming pool filler converted the
water pressure to our showerhead and all ended clean and well. We ate a hearty
breakfast of omelette and fruit on our patio – all
for the princely sum of fifteen pounds for the two of us.
 I met a rather handsome
chap but was told that his jacket was an “itchy one”.
 Off to Bali Bird Park so no time to enjoy
the pool.
ALL IN ALL
SHAME ABOUT THE NOISE
PRETTY BUT
NOISY |