Arrived from Darwin; airport queues were long
And slow, but staff at our hotel just smiled
And smiled; so we forgot the queues. The rain
A deluge – streets of Seminiak were creeks
Of rapid dirty water; footpaths cracked
And broken, motor scooters flying through
So walkers watch your step. A warung lunch
Of mee goreng was oh so good; walked past
The Oberoi – too many police on guard
Lest we forget the bombings and the dead.
Next day a trip to Denpasar – the huge
Old market stuffed with carvings – that’s
What the Balinese can do so well. I bought
A dragon. Women tagged us – too intense
The tourist trap and constant asks to buy.
So home to nice hotel – we watched the storm
With vodka, juice and wow it’s hot in Bali.
We checked out Kuta – what a dump! with lots
Of Aussies holding stubbies, shirtless, loud.
Big western stores in serried ranks are full
Of tourists just like us – too much, so back
Along the beach we walked – it’s broad and goes
For miles. Next day a drive to Ahmed on
The coast a few hours east, past terraced rice
And mighty Agung old volcano. So
Relaxed here after Denpasar. We walk
Through miles of little fishing towns; the beach
Adorned with rows of boats – they’re long and bright
In dazzling sun. We have a hut and heaps
Of fruit for breakfast, pancakes, lime and honey.
My goodness, life’s OK here; music, dance
Traditional so lovely, full of colour.
But Rochi sick with ‘Bali belly’, soon
Recovered. On to Ubud, busy place
Like other Hindu towns. The Balinese
Are so creative, carvings everywhere,
And spiritual – with shrines and temples large
And small in all directions. Monkeys fill
The Monkey Forest, mighty sculptures too.
A mix of craft and commerce, touts and monks
And artisans and beggars jostling with
The tourists through the narrow broken streets.
Long ride to airport’s cheap and friendly, just
Like most of Bali – friendly, warm and cheap.