Friday February 5th. Sanur, Bali

Never underestimate the strength of a small Balinese woman. Phill and I got massages this afternoon - one hour, full body, for about $8 each. (Better value than Che for Beauty!). It was awesome, but we may now need massages to help recover from the massages.
We arrived in Bali last night, cleared customs (I'm now in the business of 'production'), and bartered a taxi driver down to 80,000 Rupiah for the 15 minute drive to our hotel in Sanur. The traffic, fumes and apparent lack of road rules were a shock to the system. What appears to be two lanes can become one, three or four. Cars drive in the middle of the road, scooters swerving between them, with any number of people hanging on.
Hotel Mentari was a haven in this chaos (thanks Timbo and Suebo), a lovely hotel despite being down a very dubious and dirty alleyway. The beach is 5 minutes walk, and there's breakfast included!
Our first day in Sanur, we walked south for about an hour. Then we turned around and headed north. Word of the day: 'transport?'. On the main tourist drag, at least every 50 metres, men would ask 'Hello, transport?'. Taxis lined the streets, not even sure if there are any non-taxi cars, only scooters, taxis and brave school kids on pushbikes. Most of the men would politely accept our 'no, thankyou', but one guy was persistent, following us down the streets and offering his air-conditioned taxi ('with leg room') for a tour of Bali's delights. Luckily we had the very plausible excuse of 'we're hungry, we're going now' to walk away with.
Market ladies...well, don't start me on market ladies. They would sell you their children if it got you in their store. But, we are on a budget for eight months and can't afford sarongs, necklaces or children.
Both Phill and I did make poor purchases though...hats. First stall we awy at the start of the markets. Mine doesn't fit and Phill's is gay and says 'Hard Rock Cafe Bali' - Bali doesn't even have a Hard Rock Cafe! But we've learnt our lesson...hopefully.
We are now sitting on the balcony at Hotel Mentari watching a storm that has been going since 3pm. Luckily we napped through most of the downpour and are now just enjoying the thunder and lightning. Sanur apparently doesn't have much of a nightlife, we will happily be in bed by 9. We're wild like that.