Day 6 of 7 - Friday 9th September

We woke up this morning to the full effects of "Bali belly". 
There was no denying it but I was able to put up with it much better that Tiz.
To add insult to injury we had a yappy dog next door doing its yapping most of the night which made for a mostly sleepless night. 

Living the dream is not as easy as it may seem.

A piece of dry toast and a cup of coffee was the prudent breakfast to have and off we set to the masseurs at Puri Cendana.
Tiz opted for a facial as she did not want to chance the results of having her tummy massaged. I got the full massage but left a little disappointed as it was obvious the lady that massaged me was not a masseur. 
It was nice to be rubbed down, albeit gently, but it was not a massage.

The little hut she works from is tucked away in the corner of the pool at 

Puri Cendana Hotel

This is panorama shot from just outside the hut, 

which you can just see to the left

More pics about the facial and massage girls, above

Then Adi, our young driver, had not listened to our instructions and failed to pick us up at the appointed time and place. Adi, hearing but not listening!
We went back to the villa and he eventually figured it out and picked us up 30 minutes later.

We decided to go to Deus Ex Machina's Temple of Enthusiasm, in Canggu, for a look around and some lunch.
Again, young Adi was full of enthusiasm and good cheer but despite reassuring us to the contrary had no idea where it was.
This turned out ot be not such a bad thing as we saw almost all of Canggu before reaching our destination.
I used to wonder why anyone would stay "that far out from the action", but after our trip there today I compiled the following comparison between the Seminyak I know reasonably well and the Canggu we saw today.

We made it to the TOE after twice the time it should have taken us and my first thought was "It's not that big." 
I have seen so many pictures and clips of all of it so many times I should have known better. 

But that's pretty well true for all of my life - I should have known better.

Some pics ....

I have finally made it to the Temple of Enthusiasm!

First stop, barber shop? I think not.

Seriously, they have a barber shop.

You need to be well groomed if you're going to produce some of the hippest, 

and overpriced, T's, bikes and boards on the planet  

 Above and below are what greets you just inside the front doors.

One gripe I had was that the biggest size they carry is (Indo) XL, which looks like an Australian small.

At AU$37-40 for a T-shirt I was kind of glad they didn't have size FOB 

(F@t Old B@st@rd) for blokes like me

I really like this, and all their, mural(s)

Tiz outside one of the work areas, which arelaid out in a row next to each other 

 The surfboard shaping area

I love the smell of resin ..... any time of day

This is the bike workshop. 

What struck me was just how clean and frugal it was.

There is precious little machinery and tools and think this is why

the locals are such great bike builders. 

They have great imagination and hand skills to overcome the lack of cutting edge and expensive mchinery.

 Tiz outside one of the studios 

A typical, and beautiful, seat  

A view from the workshop area

Lunch time. Let's hope it stays down for a while.

Fifteen minutes before this pic was taken it was a full bottle of

Corona, a fish burger that had bun that felt and tasted suspiciously like a McDonalds bun (very light and sweet) and a tiny ramekin of quite nice salad.

It was OK.   

A very original looking 1941 WLA Harley Davidson

Similar to one of my bikes and it has my favourite color scheme

 A wide view as you step into the central courtyard from the front sales area.

Very inviting place to work, rest and shop  

Next stop Tanah Lot

Some homeless looking bloke

Looking sadly at all the empty and dscarded plastic water bottles in the sea

Tanah Lot, on this particular day, was a mixture of locals paying genuine respect to their gods and outsiders there for the circus it has become.

We felt that the majoriy of the grounds were just another set of cheap trinket stalls and overpriced takeaways mainly catering for the newly rich Asians.

Yes, the Chinese. All the restaurants have Chinese on the outside, to entice them in, and only Chinese.

Tiz pointed out that Sensoji Temple in Tokyo had a similar stall and carnival atmosphere, but yet the Japanese seem to do it with some reverence and do not have tacky 180bpm electronica music blarring in the background and endless shops selling T-shirts specifically aimed at one Asian nation. 

Yes, yes ...

The entire trip, which consisted of two 11kms legs, took ~2 hours.

One and half hours extra due to our driver having no idea.

We all do what we need to do to survive and it's easy to sit back from our comfortable first world lounge and critcise, but there are some things that sadden me. 

We got home ~4:30pm and were grateful for the peace and quiet.

For dinner we went to Kuni's, in JL Laksmana, which is a sister restaurant in Little Lonsdale St, in Melbourne. 

It was equally good. It's not Tet's but it's OK.

Panorama shot, with a jewel at the centre

Bintang beer brewed with lemon, noice, and shochu chaser

The bill. Not over the top for Eat Street in Seminyak,

but would be considered too much at home.

A swim after dinner and an attempt at watching "All the Way", a movie about LBJ, saw the end of the day for us. We fell asleep before the end of the movie. We shall have to rent it for yet another day.