Fly all the way to Indonesia and you can enjoy a lovely cup of Starbucks coffee in Kuta, in Ubud, everywhere. And then stop in at Dunkin' Donuts; or maybe get your donut desert right after your KFC fix! I don't know; options, options, options. You can have Italian, Mexican, Japanese -- it's all available.
But not green olives. No green olives in Bali apparently.
Your dirty martini is going to have a black olive in it and it wont be dirty at all. And you better
watch the making of it else it will be a thimble of gin, chilled and dressed with a black olive.
watch the making of it else it will be a thimble of gin, chilled and dressed with a black olive.
No, I don't want a Kay-sedilla (the way they pronounce it though it disarmingly charming), I want Nasi Campur or Mie Goreng, or Gado Gado, or...
I don't want spaghetti or pizza. I don't want Baskin Robbins. I don't want brand-name jeans. I want Kopi Bali. I want a fresh coconut with a hole chopped in it and a straw.
A polish traveler on a shuttle bus from crazy Kuta to peaceful Sanur listened to my whining and said "You can't blame them for wanting to live a normal life like the rest of the world."
Insert blank stare here.
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