Lovina, Bali
England game was rubbish, of course. Oh well.
Made my way to Toya Bungkah in the morning, had to stop at this town nearby and then work out getting there. This lad pulled up in a rickety milk float looking device and took me. He couldn't speak any English, but I think we bonded over the fact he had a Rancid sticker in his car.
Got to a hotel, and was immediately offered a massage, as well as "her other work". That could have been awkward, but she just meant the beads and usual hippy shit she was selling. To flush the bog here you have to open a valve and poor a load of water down it and hope for the best. It's kinda funny, and definitely at that point which is a little more off the beaten track than before.
To please Perkins, some food talk. I ordered a grilled fish, only I wasn't quite expecting it to come completely intact. I'll be honest, putting my fork into it's head and seeing it's brains and that was pretty gross.
Climbed Mount Butur in the morning. A gentle hike it isn't, was exhausted by the end. 3am is NO time to get up. The view of the sunrise was pretty cool, but not as good as having eggs and banana butties for breakfast - cooked by putting it inside a little vent in the volcano. Cheesy but cool. There are two people that trek to the top every single day to sell coke and to prepare tea and coffee, and they are OLD as hell. Had to pay loads for a coke, but 1) the guy had hauled ass to get there, and 2) it was the most rewarding coke ever.
My guide was also telling me about cock fighting - it's huge in Bali. He has a 7 time champion. Some people bet so much they lose their land and shit. Crazy. Everywhere you go there are roosters in cages waiting to be bought for fighting.
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