e and gone and my liver is just about in one piece. Suffice to say there's not many piccies to share from the last few weeks (well not many that are actually in focus!). We drank a lot, sat on sun loungers a lot and laughed a hell of a lot (mainly at our own expense). We did however manage to escape Bali and head over to the Gili Islands which were pure heaven. We even rolled off the beach long enough to hire a horse and cart thingy to take us around our little island. The gentle trot is estimated to take an hour an a half but unfortunately nobody told our horse who thought he was in training for the Grand National. He absolutely took off, much to my delight but Sue's sheer horror. She says horses have a sick sense that they don't like her but on this occasion it couldn't have been further from the truth. Our "driver", once he had managed to control Red Rum, proceeded to kick us off the cart and suggest we take a little stroll while the horse "calmed down". On closer inspection it seemed the horse REALLY liked Sue and was having trouble galloping in the sand with his newly acquired fifth leg. Very amusing.
In fairness I'd have to say well done to the horse because nothing on the island can function at more than 1 mile an hour, everyone is so off their faces on Magic Mushrooms. We must have been offered them about 50 times a day. I found it very amusing to say I didn't need any magic mushrooms as I've already got magic melons - particularly amusing if I was wearing a bikini when I said it!
So after a lot of chilling on the island (without the help of mystical vegetables!) we headed back to Bali for Sue's last night and had the misfortune of ending up in Kuta (a cross between Blackpool and Tenerife for the under 20s). We wandered up and down the main strip a few times to try and find a bar that didn't look like a school disco and when I was in danger of dehydrating we plumped for the first bar without strobe lighting.
Happy to find ourselves a couple of chairs and a eager barman, we ordered up. We must have been sitting there for about 20 minutes before the owner (the obvious love child of Captain Birds Eye and Colonel Sanders) shouts across the bar (in a very strong Aussie accent) "You do know this is a hooker bar don't you girls!!" Not only had we managed to find the ONLY hooker bar in the area we had perched ourselves on high chairs, practically in the shop window. And worse than any of that, we weren't even proposition ONCE!Hey ho, if I can't give it away for free I shouldn't be surprised that no one wants to pay for it.
Not much else to report of late. Sue got home safely and I am back to my solo travels. Alas I haven't managed to change my flight home yet so I'll be back this weekend.
Get ready to be bored senseless with my tales of the jungle and be warned that my piccies are all on disc and may very well be coming to a TV screen near you - soon.
When I left to do chaaaaarity work in the jungle, I never dreamt for one second that my last blog entry wold be about Drugs, hookers and horse willies but isn't that what's so great about life's big adventure. Now, I'd better dash...I've got a hot date with Captain Birds Eye.
