There Is No Place Like Home

Hello. I am back and intact in one piece. Safe and sound. Home sweet home... Not! But it sure beats the hustle and bustle of rural Bali. Dominated by the Hindu community outnumbering other ethnic groups at ninety percent and weak in pursuit are the Christian inhabitants at nine percent. That computes the Muslim at a mere one percent leaving me and gang famished for most times. The suckling oink oink were not in the least appetising at all. Then around the bends McDonald, KFC and A&W came to the rescue. These fast food restaurants are certified halal.

Great bargains and knick-knacks decorated the streets of Kuta. Our dollar is robust against their rupiah which translates into excessive shopping. The nightspots were kickass and their infamous Bintang brew was well... Wicked! The Balinese demonstrated outstanding hospitality. Even in the massage parlours. But we shall not get there shall we. Oh and how can i not mention the pristine beach. It was totally awesome! The waves were real. It hit me hard as i was happily and blissfully running down deeper into the ocean underestimating the prowess of the open sea.

I had to sulk back up the shore to warn the rest only to be laughed at. I must add that nudists littered the white but coarse sands of the conspicuous Kuta Beach. Probably Australians. The peeps from down under forms the bulk of the tourism. Hard Rock Cafe and Planet Hollywood are places revelers must include in their itinerary and the gigantic Discovery Shopping Mall overlooking the ocean cannot be missed. Other then these modern destinations i also visited a volcano which sent shivers down my spine. The air up there was cool and the atmosphere was refreshing.

Dinner at Jimbaran was sentimental. Watching the sun setting in all its awe and then dissipating beneath the horizon. The sea glistened in crimson tides while diners feasted on their sumptuous seafoods and shuffling the sand beneath their feets to the sounds of talented musicians entertaining us with song requests. Before i end this column i would like to add that i witnessed another rainbow. This time singular. It reminded me of a special someone back home and i smiled. I am home now and i cannot wait to see you again. You never left my thoughts and i miss you lots.