Pop into the Starbucks wormhole at Petronas Towers Kuala Lumpur. (I was here before–they haven’t changed a thing!)
Imagine: real smart guys used to think that travel at faster than light-speed was impossible. I’m 30 seconds from here at any point on earth, though now incapable of ever leaving for good.
…cultivate my naivete. It keeps me interested.
To see a cool slide show of a beach walk, click here.
Mom (see below) is really making a name for herself down at the olde ’66’ super-disco. Let’s just say there were a few guys waking up today, Sunday, missing digits and/or IQ points who sincerely wish they hadn’t crossed her path. Let’s just say further that not everyone drops when they jump off the bungy tower they have there; some BLAST OFF instead, through sheer cussedness and force of personality. Hey–that’s Mom.
Mom
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.
At the bar, he takes a chance.
He tells the beautiful girl giving him beer that he’d like to rescue her from ‘all this’.
“You’d like to rescue me?”
“Yeah.”
“I remind you of a part of yourself you feel you should save. Save that.”
“How would you know this?”
“You told me last time.”
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…
Click through for a slideshow— dig that horizon!! You never find that in California!
“Do these sunglasses make me look fat?”