When you live in America, or many first world countries, the ubiquity of American corporate presence becomes almost comforting.
You can be almost anywhere in the world and find a McDonald’s, KFC and a Dunkin Donuts. Or a Starbucks. Whatever.
But in Bali, the ubiquity of those comforts was slimmer. We passed a McDonald’s, DD and KFC in the main city of Denpasar, but they weren’t anywhere else that I saw. And if we stayed there longer, I would have eaten at McD’s just to check out the differences.
The things that are everywhere are markets loaded with tourist goods, and some bads, if you know what I mean. Above is an image that we saw everywhere, carved wooden penises (with legs!) and women riding high on erect wooden dingdongs.
If you open click that image to, erhm, enlarge, you can see that they added pubic hair, too.
Amazing attention to detail, yeah!
The first day we were in Bali, we were waiting on our luggage, which arrived about 24 hours later. The airline gave us $100 to buy clothing. We walked to a tourist-heavy area called Kuta, where those huge bombings took place in 2002 and 2004.
We walked into a local shop where I bought some extremely overpriced shorts and a t-shirt. The woman helping me apparently didn’t care to understand the English written on her shirt. She kept offering me Ts with things like, “Two in the Pink, One in the Stink” or “I love Big Fat Pussy” written on them.
I. am. not. kidding.
Could you imagine? Me, walking with Tina, down the streets of Bali arm around her shoulders with either of those two shirts on?
Anyway, just thought you’d get a naughty kick out of the locals view of sex.