Padangbai

After coming down from the hilly Ubud to Padangbai we encountered a fishing village where tourism is slowly taking hold. The first day we went snorkeling in a remote bay. The amount of fish and corals you could see did by far exceed the experience the Honduran Ocean had to offer. So I snorkeled for an hour to take advantage of this served buffet. In the evenings we struggeled to find a good and cheap place to eat. The only one in our price bracket was crowded with cockroaches and rats. Lorena didn't approve a bit. The next day we got rid of our high flying plans to go to a Hindu temple far away in order to see an other beach. This remote Bay to the south was a bargain paradise. About 8 tourists were there and about 12 people who wanted too sell something. I tried to fish again, but I am completely unskilled and now have a record of not catching a fish since 1992. Instead I did what I can do best. I constructed a bamboo-hammock-holder to string up my Ecuadorian, Amazon tested hammock. We innocently played in the waves smashing in at all times. Afterwords we got a 30 minute massage for a breathtaking 1.5 USD. In the evening we decided to try the much cheaper Arak you can find in street stalls. It was not at all as the original, but if you play for the result it doesn't matter.
The next day we went back to Kuta, because Lorena and me had to catch our separate planes. We went out in the evening and looked at the young Aussie tourists getting absolutly pissed and dancing on cages. Economically sensibel as we were, we almost exclusivily drank the left over drinks of the other guests. At the end we crashed at the beach until 4 o'clock, when I had to walk (40min) to the airport with all my gear. Yogyajakarta was next.