I quickly eat my breakfast and head to my meeting with the motor bike guy, who is supposed to ride with me to a local village that performs the barong dance, something I must see for my novel. He doesn't show up so I read the Jakarta Post on some steps and then ride my motorbike to Nusa Dua, a place that is known for its 5-Star hotels and temples. After a harrowing ride on the bipass road, essentially a freeway with no lanes or rules, I reach Nusa Dua. I park my bike at a beach and buy a bottle of water. The old couple laugh because they thought I was Balinese. I am flattered. They ask me if I'm single. When I nod yes, they laugh again and say maybe I like Balinese women. I smile back and say that I concur. I watch a European couple that look like models in swim suits walk along the beach. They look too perfect. I ride to a hot air balloon and take a ride up several hundred feet to get a good look at the peninsula. It is breathtaking. The natural beauty of this place is magical. The young man operating the balloon is from Sumatra and I offer to help see what I can do to help him get a visa to America. He wants to develop his music in America. The guy speaks great English. I ride back to Kuta. I plan on exploring the night life this evening. I might go over to say hi to the sexy clerk at the check-in counter.
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