Michael Jackson and Boobs

Ubud, Bali.

Been to see some weird things. Today I went to the Blanco Renaissance Museum. The museum itself is pretty crazy, with a courtyard full of exotic birds, and free rums for all, but inside, it gets bonkers. Every picture in the collection is of women, or more specifically, breasts. He is a good painter, in loads of different styles, but always of boobs, even abstract boobs. There was one picture of a fish with a green pepper, to be fair. The best thing is though when you go to leave, and you go through the last gallery. This is reserved for his most explicit work, some of which are hidden behind doors you have to open to see. Then right at the end is the king himself - Michael Jackson commissioned him to paint him, for some weird reason. Funny place.

Went to a traditional Legong dance last night. 1.5 hours of hindu music and expressional dance. That could go two ways, right? It was kind of ok, but never again! I almost nodded off a few times near the end, I don't think there's some of it you couldn't cut down. Maybe I'm missing the point. Some cool evil looking dudes in masks though.

Trying to get to my next place is tough, it's not so easy to get around - you need two people to get to Kintamani by shuttle, so I'm going to have to grab a taxi since buses are pretty much non existent - and take hours.

England game in 3 hours, super. Hope there's a few brits/germans around to watch it. There's only a couple of places showing it, so fingers crossed.