We got up this morning and found a place for breakfast.  It wasn’t very good.  Then we hung out at the Best Western pool until it was time to take Carly to the airport.  They had a really nice pool.

I drove the POS for the last time and was so excited to drop it off.  That might have been the highlight of the day.  I said goodbye to Carly and got a taxi to my new hotel near the beach.  I’ve heard that Kuta and Seminyak are both dirty and over touristy and that I wouldn’t enjoy them.  From my one night in Kuta, I didn’t find it to be that bad, but I didn’t find it worth going back to either.  My hotel in Seminyak is great.

It was a 13 minute walk to the beach.  The beach wasn’t crowded at all.  I got there in time for sunset. There was a beach bar that I hung out at for dinner and sunset.  I was hoping to meet some people and have a nice conversation, but that didn’t happen.  But as I sat there, I just felt how alone I was and then for a while, I didn’t even exist.  I could have stayed like that all night, but I had to go to the bathroom and that kinda broke the not existing experience.  Now, note, I said “alone”.  Did you read “lonely”?  Did you put a negative story on the word “alone”?  Did you assume that if I had met people and had a nice conversation that that would have been the “better” outcome?  “Alone” is not the same as “lonely”, not even close.  Now read it again without judgement, good or bad, or should be.  Do you get a different picture?

So, this is the right way to do a beach bar.  Put on some music, have a bunch of bean bags to sit on, put out some pretty lights, serve drinks and food.  This is as simple, brilliant and perfect as it gets.  Naysayers 0, Seminyak 1.

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