Chasing Chaos: Red Shoes, Rock Bands, and All Nighters

This past week has been a bit of a "mini vacation" for Kayla and me. We had to leave Narayan Seva for a week so that we could go extend our Indonesian Visas. Instead of just heading to the local immigration office we decided to make an adventure of it and head off to Singapore for the weekend. Although this little trip put us over budget it was well worth it.

Our week started with us taking a bus from Northern Bali back down to Kuta in the South. Since we were only going to be gone for a week we decided to pack light. This meant a small number of clothes, one bathing suit each, and one pair of sandals each. This light packing proved troublesome on our first night in Kuta. While walking down the street Kayla's sandals broke....this would be her second shoe casualty on this trip. Normally it wouldn't be a huge issue but since they were the only shoes she brought we had to make a quick jaunt to the mall. One thing you know about Kayla, if you have ever spent a great deal of time with her, is that when it comes to her feet nothing is easy (She is flat footed and due to the broken sandal had a very nice blister on her toes.) This turned a quick trip into a hunt....a long hunt... involving several miles and hundreds of stores. We were on a search for a pair of shoes worthy of Kayla's worthless feet. After she found them I was forced to be seen with her- and her big red Ronald McDonald feet. Yes, of all the shoes in Kuta Kayla decided she just had to have the big red Converse.

On a side note...check out these super cool outfits we found. They ONLY cost $300!

Ummm....a bit too much padding

I felt like a disco ball.

OOh look a taller disco ball.

We weren't sure what to do with Kayla's "wings" maybe we should have tied them into a bow...

After all the shoe drama we were finally able to get some ice cream, relax, and enjoy some people watching. While we were reclining on some concrete steps in front of the Discovery Mall a live band began to play. Kayla was ecstatic. The band played a variety of different styles but stuck mainly to rock. The lead singer was very enthusiastic and was determined to get the crowd to sing along. Kayla and I were sitting way off to the side and were horrified when the lead singer not only gestured towards us but jumped off the stage and made his way over to us, bringing an extra mic. We tried to be good sports and quietly sang along but refused to be dragged up on stage. He finally went back to the stage but came back in between sets with his buddy the lead guitarist. Kayla and I had named the guitarist Justin Bieber due to his hair fixing antics while on stage. We sat and chatted until the drummer began to avidly beat on the drum to get them back up on stage. They returned during each set and we were the envy of all the little adoring girls. After the show they asked us to go to their show again the following night and we had no idea at the time what an adventure that would be. Let's just say it involved dancing, fire, and them dropping us off at the airport at 4am.