As much as we appreciated the opportunity to experience what Bali is really all about, by morning we were ready to leave Tirta Gangga. It was pouring rain, like buckets of rain, so the trek was out and quite honestly if you don’t have a ceremony to preside over, laundry to wash, or food to cook there isn’t a lot to do on a rainy day. We spent about 15 minutes walking around in the pouring rain bartering for a cab to Seminyak. It’s really quite absurd, but you completely lose sight of the fact that what you’re bartering over is the equivalent of about $5.
And in heading to Seminyak we pretty much leaped to the opposite end of the Bali spectrum – more traffic than you can imagine, glitz and glamour galore, shopping, fine dining and night life. Although we chose to skip the Kuta parties and instead ended up at a hole in the wall piano bar with a very amateur live band offering excellent covers of American tunes. Wherever we go, we just can’t seem to escape the American pop culture!