The trip from the airport to the hotel involved plenty sights of local shops, beaches, and what seem to be a large number of people of both natives and tourists. Some foreigners, in fact, had decided to make their living in this so-called paradise island. I say that, because it takes getting a little used to the big changes from home in America.
The streets are incredibly narrow, yet most are wide enough for two cars. To compensate, the cars width are much shorter than what Americans have. The most prominent difference is that they drive on the left side of the road, and the driver’s seat is on the right side of the car. It’s like UK and Japan. And the drivers in Bali are insane, cutting lanes, passing thru intersections carelessly, nearly hitting the next car; though I heard there’s hardly any accident. Basically, if you can drive here, you can drive anywhere in the world.
Not wasting time, the first night we decided we want to hit the club scene immediately. We looked around near the hotel and found a few, though most seemed barely fun. This was already midnight. We found one though, which happened to have lots of tourists. Nonetheless, there was a good mixture of tourists and native Indonesians, so it felt normal to us. It was a good night.
