Coming into town there was a tout riding double, ready to seize the opportunity of guiding us having seen our backpacks, pulled up on the motorcycle next to us offering us the perfect room, "yes, follow me, I have cheap price!" Arrh! And then I drive slower, and he drives slower.
Curious to see what lengths he will go to, I stop, and guess what, he stops...
So I pull over to pull out my trusty-rusty travel guide with my logding answers, but he (they) turn around! OK, here we go... I show him the one in the book that I think I want and he offers and then drives me to it because "he have friend there, can get us cheap price" ...and get a commission maybe or sell us a ridiculous Dolphin trip where thirty boats go out and terrorize the poor creatures. Anyways, we follow and end up there at his same/guided rate.
So I pull over to pull out my trusty-rusty travel guide with my logding answers, but he (they) turn around! OK, here we go... I show him the one in the book that I think I want and he offers and then drives me to it because "he have friend there, can get us cheap price" ...and get a commission maybe or sell us a ridiculous Dolphin trip where thirty boats go out and terrorize the poor creatures. Anyways, we follow and end up there at his same/guided rate.
Since we thought we'd stay in a very nice 'contained' place, after last nights back-woods adventure with unknown animal invasion, so we upgraded to the $26 pad. But no matter how nice of a place we go for they are the same, with plenty of mosquito entry sites, just bigger rooms maybe and with fancier furniture or fancier doors. I think I like the cheap little places better, the staff are usually more family-friendly like and the breakfasts are better (like they don't come with tourist special, white toast and tang, but the good indonesian dishes instead).
There are actually tourists here. I never thought I'd say I am glad to see other tourists! But you know it spreads the sellers element out a bit, and it’s always very entertaining to watch how the tourists react! The sellers hung over the wall of our exit from the pool area to the beach. One guys shouted at me from the pool “don’t do it! Don’t go out there!!”
Had beers on the beach watching a beautiful sunset, with two friendly world-traveler pack packer guys, one crazy Irish guy and the other from the Netherlands.
We were thrilled to offer them beer and dinner to entertain us and speak something other than cave-man English for a few hours.
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