If you want a break from Dili then Bali is the cheapest destination where there is some semblance of Western comfort items. In Dili, you eventually get accustomed to life without Starbucks, Mickie Dees, squash courts and golf courses. And in the end, you don’t really miss them much at all.
But you go to Bali to eat and drink well at half the cost of Dili (and still don’t go to Starbucks, MickieDees, play squash or golf !). As far as eating goes, my rule is (as far as possible) to eat something you can’t get in Dili. But it means striking duds occasionally. It was my turn to choose so I selected the trendy looking Balinese decor restaurant with some Italian-derived dishes on the menu. I use the term Italian-derived to avoid abuse from RO who would probably be appalled if I just used the word “Italian”. And there is no way I am going to insult my gnocchi rolling teacher !
Anyway, things were going OK. Food was OK without being spectacular then it happened. The band started playing. A few guys wearing chefs uniforms playing violin, double bass and conga drums. I choked when they got to “Johnnie B Good”. Then a few more old classics were butchered. I sprayed when other diners actually clapped.
I suddenly saw my future as clear as a bell. Would I be doing this when I am “retired” ? * Yes, the restaurant was probably mostly retired folk and the children were obviously grand-kids. I blew it. My rights to choose a restaurant withdrawn until further notice.
And for once, if a guy had said “transport”, I would have accepted instantly and offered to drive back to Dili.
* That is, clapping musos in chef’s uniforms !