|No really. Delightful.|
After a very disturbed night which at least had the advantage of getting me out of bed early, my day got off to a disappointing start when I found out that the complimentary breakfast was a single option, and that single option contained chicken.* But never let it be said I fail to be prepared where food is concerned (exam time notwithstanding); I ate some of yesterday's fruit, packed snacks, smothered myself in sun cream, and set off to go adventuring before it got too hot.**
Lacking a helpful city map, I picked a nearby-looking veg restaurant off HappyCow and headed that way, because, if I'm going to structure my travels around anything, it's going to be food. It wasn't a pleasant walking route, but it gave me the chance to get a sense of the city.
|Outside my hotel.|
|...Is that hot dog doing an evil laugh?|
|HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CROSS HERE?|
|Winning at having a motorbike.|
|These little shrines are everywhere. Practically every house or shop has one.|
|The ubiquitous offerings.|
And I've decided that it's not just the social anxiety: people really do stare at me a lot. Is it the hair? Is it being white? Is it being this white?
|So very very white.|
It might be my clothes (it's not like the women here are dressed in burqas, but they mostly seem to be more clothed than me), or it may just be that I seem to be more or less the only pedestrian - Denpasar definitely isn't walking friendly. The zebra crossings are just a way to lure unwary tourists to a messy death by bus, and the pavements come and go according to their own whims. I spent a good five minutes hovering at one intersection before I latched myself onto an official looking guy with a flag who told me when it was safe to cross.
I was hot and tired by the time I reached the restaurant, but I managed to negotiate a pineapple juice and a take-away... something. I would normally trust vegetarian restaurants, but this one seemed to have seafood and steak on the menu, so I'm not convinced it was very good at being a vegetarian restaurant. Anyway, the woman at the counter told me the something was vegan, and I just had to trust her. I'm sure that was tempeh and definitely not bacon. Probably.
As an added challenge, she gave me a spoon to eat it with.
|This is not the fork you're looking for.|
So, do I like Denpasar? Honestly? Not much. But tomorrow I should be off somewhere more interesting. I can't tell you where exactly, because it's top secret. Or I left the wedding invitation at home and need to wait for Lauren to arrive before I'll know where I'm going. One or the other.
*And I am a horrible horrible cultural and linguistic imperialist for wishing that I could elicit this information without a complex game of 20 questions with hotel staff who don't speak English.
**"Too hot" is obviously relative.