Days on scooters bribing the horrendously corrupt police to tear up the 'ticket' they'd issued us for non-existent traffic infringements, long walks through amazing temple compounds, getting my head shaved for the first time in three years (and then tattooed!) - and disgusting open sewers every few metres down the main street of Kuta itself. And there was always the happy memory of dodgy characters looming from alleyways at night, hissing "Transport? Marijuana? Hashish?". Talk about modes of getting around...
Anyhow, we hung around in sarongs and got sunburnt, took sundowner cruisers into the Straits, and generally coped with the experience. I still have my Indonesian driving licence to prove it. Then, back to Taiwan.
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