Happy birthday to the ungrateful colonials! It’s ironic that almost 250 years after becoming a republic without a King, they have elected a man who would be King! (Apologies to Rudyard Kipling).
Sitting up late last night, chatting away on social media, I think I have a ‘date’ when I get back to Oman. An attractive Indian acquaintance. We shall see…
Not a lot happening today. I finished reading The Thursday Murder club book. Some sad bits in it. I am still impressed that I can become so involved with characters in books and films and they bring tears to my eyes. Does it happen to everyone or am I just a big softy.
Soft Lad, my Dad used to call me when I messed around.
I fell asleep while reading on my bed. I had a weird set of dreams in which I dreamt I was dreaming and couldn’t tell when I was in the real world! The real world is Room 207, Sanur Augung Hotel. I eventually raised myself and went out. The traffic down at the junction is truly terrifying. No lane ever completely stops. It appears that turning left is always open – they drive on the left ere in Indonesia.
I finally went into the Chinese restaurant and ordered Ayam Goreng – Fried chicken. I wouldn’t recommend it. The fried chicken tasted burnt; it was served with chips and a side salad. As an added annoyance a kitten came over to my table and climbed up, watching me eating. I managed to ‘relocate’ it… I liked the restaurant, not so busy inside and prices are reasonable. It’s easy to get a main course for less than £2. The also have the 330ml bottles of Bintang for 25000 rupiah. I checked on my currency converter and it said that was £1.13. Back at my home in Oman, a similar bottle at Sandyz Beach Bar would be about £7. I can see why people retire to this part of the world.
Back at the hotel I was tired but not sleepy. This is day six of being in Bali and there is still that mix of late nights and jet lag.
I was getting into bed at midnight when Aisha came online from Kazakhstan. We are old friends and lovers, though these days I don’t know what she wants from me. I have invited her on holiday to Oman, as yet not taking the opportunity.
After a chat with Aisha I started reading the next book, and became aware of some very loud music. I thought it was from one of the neighbours so I went onto the balcony to investigate. Apparently it was coming from a nightclub located the other side of the main road. The thumping went on to 3 am, by which time sleep was beyond me. Anyone ever get that?
I realise it is Friday night and no doubt it will repeat tomorrow, I think the trick here is to drink lots of beer and fall into bed!
Not a word typed up yet. I promised myself to work on two books while I am here. I have to get the penultimate draft of The Death of Mr Dick, and complete the first draft of St. Neds (I have the handwritten notes with me.)
Motivation.
No sleep at all so let’s segue into the next day…
Fairy Hanny 