Two Fur Coats

A ROMANTIC INTERLUDE I overheard in the jungle in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia:
“I’ll never forget the day I saw you swinging through the jungle in your leopard-skin speedos. Oh, you looked so manly.”
“Ah yes, I remember. On that very day I was chasing after Tarzan. I wanted to be his side-kick, so I had to get rid of Cheeta.”
“And when you gave me that bunch of bananas I fell in love.”
“A lovely memory. How about we swing into town and have dinner at a fancy restaurant to celebrate our wedding anniversary.”
“Oh my darling, that would be wonderful. I’m in the mood for satays with lashings of peanut sauce and a couple of banana fritters.”
“Just for a change, I might have the steak, egg and chips.”
“Do we need to wear our Sunday best?”
“Certainly not – it wouldn’t be a wise move for any manager to kick anyone out who wears an expensive fur coat.”

The Flying Dutchman In Bali….?

The Flying Dutchman is a legendary ghost ship that can never make port and is doomed to sail the oceans forever. The myth is likely to have originated from 17th-century nautical folklore. The oldest extant version has been dated to the late 18th century. Sightings in the 19th and 20th centuries reported the ship to be glowing with ghostly light. If hailed by another ship, the crew of the Flying Dutchman will try to send messages to land, or to people long dead. In ocean lore, the sight of this phantom ship is a portent of doom. BUT OF COURSE, this is just a picture of a kite in the shape of pirate ship that went past me very late in the afternoon in Seminyak, Bali. Hooray, I had a picture.