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domingo, julho 02, 2006

Sei que esse post vai matar minha mae de preocupacao, mas tenho que contar pra voces. Ontem, ao chegarmos em Jakarta (Indonesia), decidimos que apos 2 dias em Kuala Lumpur, estavamos cansados de cidades grandes. Improvisamos e conseguimos um voo pra Bali (sim, mae: Bali). Demos sorte e conhecemos uma brasileira (Clara) no portao (chamado aqui de "pintu") do aeroporto, que morava aqui. Ela nos deu todas as dicas de Bali e nos convidou para assistir o jogo com uma turma de brasileiros. O Robert nao aguentou acordado e antes do jogo comecar (3 da manha aqui) pegou um taxi para o hotel. Apos o choque e decepcao da derrota do Brasil (5 e meia da manha), fui pegar um moto-taxi (sim Mae... Moto!) para o hotel, mas minha memoria me pregou uma peca e tirou o nome do hotel e o endereco da minha cabeca. Tudo bem: paguei o tiozinho (muito simpatico, por sinal como todos os balinenses) para dar umas voltas de motoca pela cidade. Quase uma hora e meia dando volta e nada! Tive entao a brilhante ideia de pedir ao tiozinho me levar numa internet, onde eu poderia olhar o nome do hotel no guia online. Ele concorda e 5 minutos depois estava eu dentro de um cyber-cafe/prostibulo. As "meninas" diziam num ingles muito mal-falado: "brazilian boy... forget hotel... sleep with me, I make you happy!" e eu nisso tudo ainda achei humor pra rir... E nao e' que a mocinha falou o nome do hotel? Na hora levantei do computador... paguei (PELO ACESSO A INTERNET, MAE!) e corri de volta para minha cama no Sorga Cottages Hotel (nunca mais esqueco esse nome!). No outro dia, uma visita ao lindissimo templo Uluatu... um por-do-sol perfeito (exceto pro Robert que nao viu nada, porque um macaco roubou os oculos do rosto dele... (mas recuperamos depois, MAE!))...

PS: Mas mae... juro que esta tudo bem... ja escrevi o nome do hotel e pus no bolso... aqui e' super seguro... te amo... nao fica brava!



I know that this post will probably give my Mom a heart attack, but I have to tell you guys. Yesterday, upon arriving in Jakarta (Indonesia's capital), we decided that after 2 days in Kuala Lumpur, we could not handle big cities just now. We improvised and got a stand-by ticket to Bali (yes Mom: Bali!). Fate made us meet Clara, a brazilian resident of Bali, in the airport gate. She gave us all the tips on Bali, and invited us to watch the game with a crowd of other brazilians. Robert couldn't keep himself awake and went back to the hotel before the game started (3 am here). After the chock and deception of Brasil's World Cup elimination (at 5:30 am), I went to catch a motorcycle-taxi (yes, Mom: motorcycle...) back to hotel but my memory played tricks on me and took the hotels name and address right from my head. No problem: I paid the nice (like all balinese) man to drive me around town searching for the hotel with the scooter. About an hour and a half and still nothing. I finally had the brilliant idea of asking the man to drive me to a internet cafe to search online for the hotel's name (lonelyplanet.com). He agrees and 5 minutes later I was walking inside a internet cafe/hoar house. As I searched the web the "girls" are saying, in the worse sounding English I've ever heard: "Brazilian boy... forget hotel... sleep with me, I make you happy!". And I was still able to find the humour to laugh in all of this. But luck will have it, I heard one of the nice ladies saying the name of my hotel, and immediately remembered, got up from the computer, payed the cashier (FOR THE INTERNET ACCESS, MOM!!!) and ran back to my nice bed at Sorga Cottages Hotel (I will never forget this name again!). The next day, a visit to the beautiful Uluwatu Temple... another beautiful sunset (except for Robert who couldn't see, because a monkey stole his glasses right from his face (WE GOT IT BACK, MOM!)) ...

PS: But Mom... really... everything is OK... I've written the name of the hotel down and put it in my pocket... Bali is very safe... I love you... Don't be mad, ok?

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