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Seven years in Kuta |
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In 1986 I arrived at Benoa Harbor in Bali after a three day sailing trip from Ujung Pandang. Initially, Bali's sole purpose was to get a flight to Perth but that changed soon. As I set foot on shore at Benoa, my slipper broke and I started to walk a long, endless straight road barefoot under a bright, hot sun. I carried a small bag with some clothes, a toothbrush and my passport.
The asphalt was too hot to walk on, so I shied to the white coral roadside with sharp edges that hurt my feet and I waved at a motorbike when one approached. The guy took me on the back of his bike to Denpasar where I was able to check the 'poste restante' at the post office. In those days, your family -or friends- would send mail to these assigned destinations. After that I took a Bemo to Kuta and walked to the beach...
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