Our two wheeled Mio quickly became our best friend here on Bali. Instead of tiring our feet with walking, Mio took us from A to B (mostly via C and/or D) quickly and painlessly. After two days of driving, we’ve become accustomed with the Balinese way of driving. Excessive use of the horn to make fellow drivers aware of your exstence, zig-zagging between cars, bypassing on either side as long as there is just enough room, and taking other vehicles in consideration to create a dynamic and, though a bit chaotic, quite well functioning traffic.
Today, our point B was Sanur on the opposite side of the narrow strip of land in southern Bali. As it happened, our friends M and L came to Bali to celebrate their honeymoon yesterday, so we decided to take Mio for a ride on the highway to Sanur to visit them.
With only our instincts and a memory image of google maps, we set out East along the three-lane highway. Everything went smoothly although we had to stop and ask for or reconfirm directions from really friendly natives a few times.
About halfway, Mio started coughing and died. We pulled over to a small side street in the middle of nowhere and thought that this was it for Mio. Outi started to dig out the rental company’s business card to call the owner and some local spectators pointed us to the opposite direction where we supposedly could find a service station. Luckily we were able to resurrect Mio just by waiting a couple of minutes and giving it a new electric shock. We continued our journey for 10 minutes until Mio died again. Now familiar with the symptoms, we knew that the cure was waiting and restarting. This episode repeated itself about 4-5 times on our way to Sanur, but we finally got there.
Compared to upbeat and busy Kuta, coming to Sanur is like aging 25 years. The cheap accommodation is replaced by luxury hotel resorts, the surfers on the beach are replaced by romantic cotton makeout-booths, the surfer waves replaced by fishing boats and clear blue sea and the energetic youngsters replaced by tired seniors. It’s the perfect place to relax and do nothing, and for spending your honemoon, I suppose.
After the bizarre feeling of having a spontaneous lunch with good friends on the other side of the earth, we headed back to the west coast. Still not completely recovered, Mio started coughing again about half way through the trip. We were forgiving a couple of times, but after a while it was too much. The last time Mio died, we happened to stop at a construction site for tear down Balinese cottages (they’re built in Bali, then disassembled and exported to other parts of the world). The carpenters came up to us and asked us if everything was alright and we explained the situation for them. They offered to call the owner of the renting company and after a two minute chat, the owner was on his way to sort out the situation. Meanwhile, we sat down at the carpenters’ own little snack shop (more like a shed), had a Coke and water and talked about their business, the weather in Finland etc. Our appearance at the construction site seemed to have really cheered up the workers and the woman and her children working in the shop. After a while, the rental company owner came to the site on a new motorbike, and after having siphoned some gasoline from our Mio over to the new bike, we got to keep it and drove all the way home without trouble, though via points C, D, E and F…
(Check back for pics later, not enough time or batter now..)