That was enough for me. I said my goodbyes then bargained with a Bemo driver and ended up in Kuta beach. As soon as I could I hired a motor bike - my first time riding one - then took off to Ubud, the cultural and arts centre of Bali, located up in the hills and set amongst the Island's famous rice terraces.
Here I saw rice being dried on matts laid across the trails needing careful manoevring from me on the bike, and even passed a Pagan sacrificial slaughter altar still being used.
Bali is so cheap that I felt like a Prince sometimes. Enjoying some of the best food and experimenting with cocktails a pleasure i cannot afford back home. My room cost just $2 .50 per night and that included breakfast. Meals were less than a dollar and I could hire a motor bike for just $3 per day. Sometimes I would hire a mountain bike and ride through the fields and forests. I visited the mountain area of Kintamani experiencing mountain mist and cool refreshing air just like in my home town of Katoomba. There too I met up with locals and went back to their homes for Balinese coffee or Nasi Goreng traditional style. In the rice fields local farmers would climb trees, pluck me a young cocnut then skillfully slice it open with their machete just millimetres from their fingers.