Musings - Day 55
Day 55 – 19th February 2020
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Last day of Indonesia – last day of the bike – last day to kill. I will be glad to leave Bali.
No helmet – open road (not quite) – wind in my hair and a feeling of excitement about to breech a new continent. Just use your imagination please, I know it is only a 125cc Honda Vicky Vario but I am trying to paint a picture here. Okay so I don't possess leather trousers - just go with it. Okay! More 'Easy Cider' - less 'Easy Rider'
So without further ado, lets hear it for Steppenwolf
Sing along even if you’re not a biker…
Get your motor runnin' Head out on the highway Lookin' for adventure And whatever comes our way Yeah Darlin' go make it happen Take the world in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once And explode into space
Like a true nature's child We were born, born to be wild We can climb so high I never wanna die
Born to be mild... Born to be mild...
I had to stop singing at this point, because there was a traffic queue.
The first day that I went to the beach, which feels like a decade ago, I could see in the far distance, just past the airport runway, a huge tower like construction. (or so I thought.) I suspected that it was some kind of conning tower for the planes coming in. I couldn’t see the actual runway from where I was, but quite clearly see the planes landing and taking off. It was the direction that I headed out today. I covered some wild tracks today, not all of them roadworthy either. I suppose mainly as a reconnoitre just to calculate the journey time for tomorrow morning. It soon became apparent that it was not a tower. First observation was that it had hands or wings or at the very least appendages. I needed to get closer. So still humming the song rather than singing it, (because the traffic was moving at around three miles an hour) I headed out in search of it. It was huge when I eventually found the nearest road to it. Standing enormous overlooking the bays.
The Garuda Wisnu Kencana statue is a 122-meter tall statue located in Garuda Wisnu Kencana Cultural Park, Bali, Indonesia. There was an entrance fee which was never going to leave my pocket, so that is why the original photos are from a distance away. It overlooks the whole of the South Eastern corner of Bali, especially the fairly new international airport of Denpasar. It was designed by Nyoman Nuarta and inaugurated in September 2018. The total height of the monument, including the 46-meter base pedestal is 122 meters and is made from copper and brass sheet, a steel frame, and a reinforced concrete core. It dominates the landscape for miles and I have to say that I was surprised to find that it is so new. From here I went to Jimbaran beach. It was a very nice beach, probably the best that I have been to on Bali, but it was just so desperately underused and quiet. Fine if you want to read a book, swim and then go somewhere else for a drink and your lunch. Also it is quite exposed so I am led to believe that it gets very windy. I imagined that night life would be half an hour away by taxi, but I was only there for an hour so I may have done the place a disservice.
On the way back, passing it for a second day running, I stopped by the majestic monument to war. A beautifully sculpted piece at the intersection of Denpasar Airport. It is called the ‘Satria Gatotkaca,’ standing proudly as you head for the city from the airport. Built in1993 it depicts GatotKaca, a courageous and powerful knight. He was the son of Bima one of the five Pandawa brothers.
He is identified as a flying knight who is the talisman for air defence and security protection for the Pandawa Kingdom. The statue depicts the battle where he sacrifices himself in order to save Arjuna. He is killed by the Konta, a weapon that can only ever be used for death once. Seems a lot of effort to make one of these then chuck it away once it’s soiled.
Another monumental moment came for me today when I had to say goodbye to my faithful walking boots. They had had their day, I am afraid. They were frayed, split and beyond repair. So the bear was not a happy teddy, because he had been sleeping in the one. They are in the bin my old matey, so get over it!
Not coming back to Blighty!
Tomorrow Australia (If they let me in? I check their government health department website every single day since the outbreak of Corvid 19. It seems from my understanding that I will be okay, but I will know more tomorrow. If I am not to be allowed in, as it stands today, I do not have a plan ‘B’ – so everything in pairs are crossed for tomorrow.) I am in another Airbnb tomorrow, owned and run by a lady called Alison. We have never met, but already she has supported my fundamental belief in human nature. She doesn’t know me from Adam, but yet she has offered to come and pick me up from the airport. Her bill has already been paid in advance, and this isn’t part of any promoted service on the website, just a gesture from within. There are people the world over who sometimes just deserve a mention.
I went back to the hotel to ring my mom late this afternoon. I know that she worries about me doing this trip. Moms will always be moms, passing years are an irrelevance. She is eighty six and today would have been my father’s birthday. He sadly died in the year two thousand, after a protracted illness that ate him from inside. I find myself thinking about him a lot during this trip, and I know that deep down his pride would have been all too evident. They were married for forty seven years. As a little nostalgic reminder of their time together each birthday and anniversary since then, she buys a dozen yellow roses for the house. They were my dad’s favourite flowers. It was a good day to call.
'Position: 08°42'06” N 115°10'42”E – Miles completed: 13969
Location: Kuta, Bali 18:19 - 19th February 2020 - Journey 55 days 15 hours