Motor bike madness

We've decided to hire bikes for the day today and after breakfast sign our life away and have to leave a passport as insurance. We set off and our first port of call is Uluwata temple and all I can say is it's one of the craziest rides I've ever had. There are no rules here you just ride for your life very similar to hoi chi Minh. I also have an issue as I've given Ruth my phone and she's on the back of Bobby, and it's hard enough trying to stay safe on the bike let alone trying to follow them as they get lost in a mirage of hundreds of bikes. The big problem is that if I get lost I will definitely not find my way home without my phone. As I drive along I spot the guys pulled up on the side of the road. We have a cigarette and I put on my long sleeve shirt as sitting in traffic lights in the midday sun is a sure fire of burning to a crisp. I get my phone back and we continue the journey. About 10 minutes from our destination we stop at a really nice coffee shop and Im glad of the coffee and cigarette and just before I'm half way through a fly drops in my coffee. It's so good I scoop it out and finish it. I must admit the thought of the ride back is horrifying me and we haven't reached our first destination but I compose myself and the last 10 minutes is actually enjoyable as there's hardly any traffic. We arrive at the temple and as part of the entrance fee we're all issued with a purple sarong. Luhur means “something of divine origin” and ulu the “land’s end” and watu the “rock” in the old language. The name itself had aptly described what this special temple is all about. It sits perched about 70 metres above the sea on a cliffs edge. As we arrive were warned about the monkeys taking sunglasses and sure enough a guy hasn't held onto his and a Macau monkey sits there trying to put on these now broken specs. As we walk up the steps to the temple many Hindu worshippers are making there way back down in there traditional dress. The areas of worship are closed off to tourists but there are the north and south cliffs and a statue just a short climb up some steps. Back on the bikes we now have an hour and 30 minutes to the waterfall. Once again we endure an absolute nightmare on the roads but eventually reach Tegenungan waterfall . It's really beautiful but has been totally commercialised by a huge resort bar being built in front of it. There are quite a few steps heading down to it but when we reach the bottom you can feel the spray as the water hits the pool. We cross a few bamboo bridges and take a beer to the side. I now realise ive got to ride home in the dark. To be honest it's not as bad going as the roads seem a little quieter and I've got my headphones in with Google maps giving me directions. We eventually make it back and I honestly thank god for sparing my life. We share a few beers with Alison and Peggy and have a good giggle before grabbing a spring roll for supper.Meer informatie