From Probolinggo, we took a scenic bus ride east, ferried across to Bali and down the coast to Depasar before we arrived at Sanur Beach after dark, our last stop. I caught the dreaded Bali belly and while I ran between bed and bathroom, my daughter ordered prawn cocktails and swam in the hotel pool.
After I recovered, Halal Kentucky Fried Chicken and Pizza Hut lit up my daughter’s eyes because she was tired of nasi goreng and gado gado while I wanted to savour the last of these delights before our trip ended.
I was keen to see Kuta Beach decades since my first visit and soon discovered ubiquitous Australians dominated the beach. Even Balinese woman had changed. They’d been petite, beautiful women. I’d felt like a giant compared to them on my first visit. This time round, many were no longer tiny women. Perhaps they too wished to frequent fast food chains.