Sometime in the night, Maggie slipped in our hotel room after a midnight flight and a long taxi ride. The next morning the three of us sat up in our beds, greeting one another as if it had been a coincidence. The three of us ordered breakfast from our exquisite hotel menu then waited effortlessly by the pool.
I watched as a young Balinese woman, dressed in traditional ceremonious clothing walked slowly throughout the courtyard. She carried a small square box made from dried up leaves or bark. Inside the box were fresh flowers and an incense stick. As she walked she wafted the incense in a reverent fashion. As if to answer my thoughts, Maggie explained that this was their morning ritual to ward off the evil spirits and it had to be done before the cooks could start on our breakfast. I would soon find out that every building in the city went through this morning routine, and all the small boxes were left in front as offerings to the gods. Tourists sometimes stepped on the boxes by accident, but these didn't seem to be too big of an offense.
We spent the day wandering through the busy streets of Seminyak. Every inch seemed to be full of boutique shops, interesting cuisine and fun cocktails. In and out we walked, looking but not buying, as we had to stay strictly on our budget. What we did end up buying was a night of fun. We had seen a restaurant and bar advertising a Beatles tribute band that very night. We all loved the Beatles (who doesn't?) and so made our arrangements to be there.
Not only were the Beatles great, but so was the warm-up band that included a tiny local girl who belted out Adele with amazing gusto. Everyone in the restaurant seemed to be impressed and surprised at the bold sound. Even if the Beatles had been a bust, I would have been pleased to listen to the cover band all night. They were great.
When the Beatles joined the stage we screamed and sang just as our parents probably did forty years ago. Maggie and I even joined in and danced wildly with a middle-aged woman who made “the twist” look hip again.
I think that was our most expensive night in Bali. We ate and drank and had a great time. I even found myself enjoying a local rice liqueor called Arak. I had it mixed with lime and honey and it was really tasty and quite affordable.