Legian/Kuta is the equivalent of the Costa Del Sol for Australians. Jason and Sophie tell us that the area used to be a relatively unspoilt and reasonably priced traveller/surf spot. Sadly, this is no longer the case. Perth is only a 3 hour flight away, and flights can cost as little as $30, so it’s open season. The roads are lined with shops, pubs, clubs, tattoo studios and massage parlours. Each and every one of these has a tout positioned outside, so walking anywhere can get a little tedious:
“G’day mate, come in my shop! I give you good price!”
“Dahling, you wan massage?”
“Taxi? Taxi? Taxi?”
And so on until you reach the relative safety of your hotel/guest lodge. It’s quite funny to hear Indonesians talk in Australianisms - their accents are heavily at odds with what they are saying. At night the same touts carry tazers which they set off sporadically for show. I’m not sure what they are trying to prove, but it creates a weird vibe....
Everything here is geared up for the club 18 to 30 Australian massive – from Aussie breakfasts at the cafes to the ubiquitous stickers for sale proclaiming such pearls as:
“Mick is Gay”
“Rhonda is my Bitch”
There is a restaurant down the road from us called “Bloody Sweet” – you get the picture....
Fortunately we’re only here for one more night. Tomorrow we head to Uluwatu and hopefully a more shanti riddim.... We’re looking forward to some more moped manoeuvres in the Bukit Peninsula....