Day 5 – Saturday, June 25th
Today’s extravaganza was all about the daytime pool party. If you’ve ever been to Encore in Las Vegas listening to live DJs like David Guetta, you know we had some high expectations.
Sounding like an 80’s heavy metal band, I wasn’t sure what to expect from the weird name Potato Head.
When you’re the buzz on the street and your website touts itself as the destination for “good times, unpretentious food, delicious cocktails, and throwing great parties,” well of course your reputation precedes you.
So yes, we shamelessly hit the gym in the morning to tighten those Bali bods, fueled up on some protein, and headed to the hottest spot in town for some good ol’ fashioned fun.
The vintage wooden-shutter spaceship loomed high above us and we were teleported to a realm of scantily clad beautiful people sprawled across the infinity pool and tropical landscape in what felt like a 21st century Garden of Eden.
It didn’t take long before I was neck deep in the water merrily sipping on my coconut. Everyone was feeling the vibe set off by the cool beats filling the air accompanied by accents floating around from all over the world. It’s refreshing to feel a universal human connection through music. I confess, I’m grateful that English has also been adopted as the universal language in Seminyak.
Mashrur and I were trying to guess the accents of a few girls next to us and my initial instinct was to guess Aussie (side note: every other person you meet is currently on holiday from Australia due to their winter and fortunate geographical proximity to Bali). Mashrur was more attuned to their accents and guessed Scottish. Naturally, we resorted to asking the source for confirmation and learned they were genuinely Irish: Naomi, Lisa, and Chloe.
We enjoyed soaking in the sun while chatting with these three lovely lasses for a few hours and by the time they were leaving to grab dinner, our 2017 plans to Irish jig on a Dublin pub crawl, walk up the Hill of Tara, and sleep in a castle were practically written into the next chapter of our fairy tale.
We stayed for a while longer to scope out the night scene, but things got a bit funky when the evening restaurant crowd brought their preteen children who unabashedly filled the dance floor with their juvenile shenanigans amidst the adult debauchery.
That was our queue to leave…
This has been our best tasting dinner thus far. Located in the hustle and bustle of Eat Street, we stumbled upon a Japanese garden oasis. Their prix fixe dinner options offer a wonderful variety of sushi and other authentic dishes for a reasonable cost as one of the more upscale restaurants. It’s not air conditioned, so you may feel a bit overheated while eating a hot meal of miso soup and chicken teriyaki, but washed down with a cold Bintang and you’ll end up in a satisfying food coma.
The In-Between 