Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Computer Memory Cahrt

Bali





finally arrived, a city that at first glance looks more like the favelas of Rio to one of the most visited Indonesia to welcome me. The first weeks are tiring, poverty contrasts with the wealth so exuberant, it does not take long to realize that the petit bourgeois European or Australian here to vent all his frustrations by making a life that otherwise would cost a fortune. First
around Kuta, I try to orient myself, turn a bit 'to see where they are and how to move, does not take long to understand that transportation will not be a problem, at a rate of about 30 / 2 support me taxi or scooter I dazed with the chant: Boss Boss, Passage Passage, transport transportation, I regret now that you forgot at home my flamethrower.
I decide to leave the main road and I am forwarding all the same in the alleys where shops with nice salespeople will block agni 3 meters to show you their wares, trying into the pockets of the pants ... and no! Shit, I just left it at home the shoots flames. Satisfied with my first day I decided that these 100 meters in 2 hours and were quite back to my hotel.

After days of leisure, reading and the occasional beer I decided to see what the world find fascinating about this Rimini Asian and decide that the best way and go to the czech getting lost in the various lanes to find out what there is, and I lose myself ... in the evening local ม away from the beach in search of Balinese life, away from the luxury of the beach and people who bring evening clothes spending the equivalent of two drinks with half salary a waiter. I find a world of people who greet you without asking anything, my defenses are loosened a bit ', I stop into a pub where my attention is captured by a pool table, I take a beer in less than one hour I knew half the local . The place is frequented by Canadians and Australians from Bali, the beers will follow the same rhythm in 8-ball match, where the winner stays and loser playing gives way to the new challenger. I fall
now the first player, a wonderful Indochinese who gets along well with the pool table. The situation escapes me a little hand when it began to rain glasses of Manhattan offered in turn by all and obviously I will not be doing my part, the only luck is that it does not prepare them as heavy as ours and can be polished (in limits). It's getting late and convince me to go to a nightclub, I climb in with them and go scooter. I will not dwell long in the telling of a night made for Manhattan, filled with misunderstandings and futile talk grin, motioning ovviamanete had it all when you did not get a bat. The evening ended beautifully.



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