Category: Bali

she does get around. Click through for a slideshow

 This is Mom’s favorite place to eat in Bali. Probably.

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At 11 AM he is sipping red wine and smoking a cigarette. His salad comes. Of course he’s speaking French. Beer at 11 is Australian. Red wine before noon is French.

We invited our buddy R to stop by our place any time. But he mentioned to Dian how awkward he’d feel explaining to the ‘guards’ at the Jayakarta front gate that his friends lived at Jayakarta and that he’d like to pop by. That really, he’s not a terrorist and really, even though he owns next-to-nothing, that he won’t go snooping around and violate the sacred space of the people with white skin.
I thought for about a second that maybe giving him a note from me would get him ‘in’ — of course it’s crazy, how demeaning. Maybe I’ll write a note and silkscreen it on to T-shirts and give them away to all my Indonesian buddies from the beach.

Let’s face it: the best reason to come to Bali is to see all all dogs riding on motorcycles as people bring them to the beach to run around. Many of them sit on the foot platform on the 125 cc motorcycles, sometimes in baskets; on the larger bikes dogs are on towels placed on the gas tank, or standing with front paws on the handlbars. You could do a book of photographs of the creative ways that even large dogs are brought to the beach for their sunset leg-lifts.

To see a cool slide show of a beach walk, click here.

Two days after the just-referred-to banana pancake experience, I came down in the morning to find that there had been a fire in the middle of the night that damaged a little bit of Zanzibar and a lot of the Lanai restaurant next door. The small net hovel next to Lanai was totally destroyed. They say it was electrical in origin, but that is about all that everybody agrees on… Unfortunately it looks like this could be messy in more ways than one. Two of the busiest restaurants on the beach here and in addition to happening in the height of high season in August, the Indonesian Independence Day celebration is the 17th and it’s a huge day for commerce. Sad. At least no one was hurt.

I want to be clear. This is a Balinese banana pancake. If we’re feeling light on our feet we just say it’s a Bali pancake, or even a pancake, though I rarely get that jiggy.

This my view from my banana pancake at Zanzibar, which is located on Bali.
I’d like to include prices for the B. B. P., cappuccino, fresh fruit salad etc., but even though Zanzibar is my favorite breakfast place on Bali, I have no idea, which may convey as much as a price list.

One definition of cozy is: no longer being brought a menu at a resturant you enjoy. Very sorry if that comes off as gloating. We got 3 ft. of snow last week if that makes anyone feel better…