THE PINK BIKE DIARY

Where is Tom? 

The lost Grab driver saw a glimpse of him riding a pink bike to Nusa Dua to perform a Balinese dance at Mercure and chant the songs of Navicula. 

 

Where is John? 

The side event concluded but we could not find him at Jimbaran Beach where we trawled for pork ribs+, grilled shrimps and fresh oysters.

Where's my pink button?

I got a pink bike instead that brought me to the mysterious Geger Beach, to an enclave of opulent hotels and manicured lawns lining the coast of Nusa Dua Beach, and to a shrine at Mengiat Beach.

That night, we went back to Geger Beach with an offering of grilled shrimp, fish and squid for the deities who on Wednesday finally allowed us into the Summit at The Muliah and the gluttony of its lavish restaurants. 

Where is the site visit?

To the Nusa Dua jogging track where winds pushed the pink bike into the sea at Gandu Pandang, wobbly afterwards but still able to carry me to the cliffs of Nusa Dharma Island and the giant statues at Penisula Island before encountering a nude sunbather at Geger Beach whose tan glistened from the golden sunset of Kuta Beach.

Where's the shuttle?

It was found abandoned at the Mercure beachfront where the waterblow washed my laundry for twice the price of a meal at Warung Babi Guling Pak Dobil and Nasi Ayam Ibu Oki, and what can be my last free lunch at Restoran Garuda in Jakarta.