13-OCT - Sun - A Sunday to remember

Being a clear blue sky with the sun displaying all its power, it was an obvious conclusion that we would find ourselves just up the road from the W Hotel at our preferred beach club… err… ex-preferred beach club, The Mozaic. We scooted to the club, and the Swiss lad jumped off to grab the top spot cabana, overlooking the most beautiful clear blue pool, lined by lush plants on one side and funky sunbeds on the other, with the ocean in the distance. Just stunning! Whilst admiring all this beauty, the Italo-Aussie lad went to intercept la mamma. On their return, the Helvetic man had changed location to the front row daybeds. Why, we hear you ask? How about minimum spend of drinks and food of A$100 for anyone staying in a cabana on a Sunday, enjoying the live band!? Most ludicrous price we have ever heard of, in a country where a beer costs A$2.50 and a snack around A$5 or A$7! We tried to enjoy the front row sunbeds, ordered a drink, but the live band playing some acoustic groove (or so they described it; brain bending noise more like it) started to get on our nerves. A change of location was imminent. Plan A, return to the hotel’s super luxury in the hope to find a spot by the pool; Plan B, grab a sunbed on the sand somewhere, hoping the wind would not do an unwanted abrasion of our perfect silky-smooth skin. Plan A worked perfectly. We found ourselves three comfy chaise-lounges by the pool, enjoyed the sun and a swim. After all this hard work, a glass of prosecco and pool-side snacks were in order, whilst chatting along on past, present and future. After a quick beauty sleep (not that we would need it) and a change of costumes, we picked up “bikie mum”, looking super cute with her “Lucky Strike” helmet and holding on to her son like a Peruvian baby to his mother. We snaked our way through traffic to get to our dinner location: the Moroccan restaurant Kahima. All meals we ate sent us to food Nirvana and catapulted us to that tiny place in Marrakesh, you know the one, with the local wine “Hatten Alexandria” doing the rest! The climax of the evening was yet to come, with the baklava and the vanilla pastille! An evening of orgasmic tastebuds explosion! What a great conclusion to this short but fun visit by mother. Once we bid our farewells, these two lads, in possession of a scooter each, could not resist temptation of zooming all the way down to Kuta, on the calm and serene Sunday night streets of Seminyak, Legian and Kuta, to see the “spectacle” of Bintang clad and Bintang filled Aussie blokes and sheilas, displaying their typical behaviour…