Local surfers hanging out on Kuta beach.
New hotel, new pool bar, new safe deposit boxes, new friendly staff. We moved on from our first hotel here on Bali to the second one where we’ll spend three nights before we go to Gili Trawangan. This hotel is more expensive, but the room is not as nice as the one we left behind. Still, the place is ok. I mean, it has a pool bar, what more can you ask for?
Panic! We’re about to miss our flight to Bali at the Changi airport in Singapore. We’re having our first fast food meal during the trip at Burger King under the impression that we have plenty of time until the gate even opens. When strolling back towards the gate, the gate information says CLOSING in big, red letters. As if it weren’t hot enough already, the several hundred meters run to the gate in flip-flops didn’t exactly cool you down. To our dissapointment, we had plenty of time to write on our blog and chill out before the gate actually closed. So much for the Singaporean organized management.
F is blogging.
After the chaotic and dirty Bangkok, descending in the Lion City was like entering a city scale spa. The organized taxi queue led by a taxi supervisor and the slick Chrysler taking us to the city felt like a cool towel to our foreheads. The beautiful scenery and perfectly shaped trees and bushes were like healing lotion to our eyes. Bangkok had its own charm in the contrasts, liveliness and cheap shopping, while Singapore’s strength lies in its beauty, nightlife and relaxed atmosphere.
Chang beer and sambuca. We’ve just eaten the first Western meal since our flight to Southeast Asia. It’s the last night in Bangkok and we’re desperately trying to get rid of our last Bahts, of which we apparently had quite a lot. The Italian restaurant conveniently situated 50 meters from our guest house offered our poor Scandinavian stomachs a well deserved break from all the Thai food we’ve tortured them with the last couple of days. However, the pizzas we ordered were almost three times more expensive than your average Thai dish, although still only about 5 euros per pizza. Eating local food is cheap in Bangkok.
Let us tell you a story about two naïve first-time tourists in Bangkok during their first day in the city. The day started out really lovely. A nice breakfast at the hotel, hot and humid weather and tons of plans for the two whole days we were given in Bangkok. 500 meters down the road from our guest house, in the vincinity of Siam Square, a really friendly native came to speak with us while we were investigating the map and wondered where to go.
We’re Outi and Fredrik and this is our (more or less trilingual) matkablogi. A bit over two weeks ago we decided to book a trip together to some really far away part of the word. The only critera was that the temperature would be higher than -15 degrees Celcius, which was the temperature in Helsinki at time of departure.
After quite a bit of browsing flight comparison sites, we ended up buying flights to Singapore and back, even though Singapore by no means would be our final destination. We figured we could use some Asian cheap-ass airline to go futher into the jungle from there. The travel agency offered us a three nights stay in Bangkok on our way to Singapore and that sounded really good to us. The flight back from Singapore would go via Beijing, but we wouldn’t have time to see anything else than the airport. Nevertheless, our country count was already up in three (if China counts).
After even more browsing of airline websites, Bali popped up as an excellent candidate for executing the relaxation part of the trip, so we bought flights to Denpasar and back from Singapore. Now Indonesia was also on the list. Ja näillä mentiin. We now have 3.5 weeks in South East Asia in front of us.