I do like Bali dogs – most of them are friendly and love to be patted – and they are funny to watch when they play. But when I witnessed a full on street brawl in a back street of Ubud in Bali, for a few seconds I thought I was back in my home town on the streets of Surfers “Sin City” Paradise on a Friday night.
I finally found my calling in Ubud, Bali. I’ve decided to go into the family portrait business. This is my first sitting which I snapped at the Sacred Monkey Garden. (I haven’t been paid yet, but I bet they try and pay me peanuts). Book now for Christmas. Special offer. Don’t miss out. Don’t say cheese – say banana. Ha, ha.
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.”