|Surfing continues to dominate our beach time, although
the waves toss us more than we ride them. We haven't made it out of Kuta.
We wake up, surf the day away, eat coconut curry, then shop for pirated
DVDs, CDs, and knick-knacks along the innumerable stalls that crowd the
alleyways. Garlands adorn every doorstep, in the Hindu fashion, and a
few hotels showcase Indian architecture, which adds small charm to a hectic
sprawl of low rent nightclubs, honking mopeds, sputtering traffic, noisy
construction, relentless hawkers. Unfortunately, an even seedier side
exists to Kuta. Streets named Poppys 1 and Poppys 2 are a metaphor for
a strong drug scene. Dealers hang out by money machines. One of them showed
us a few bags of reefer and packets of cocaine. No thanks, we said, our
surfing is bad enough already.