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Kuta Beach belongs to Australians. Maybe the bars and the nightlife, too.
But no matter what people say, Kuta lives because of the surf. I've hardly ever seen such a beautiful
beach. The east coast of Bali might be quieter, but - gee - you have to run to find the water there when
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There was a guy on the beach one afternoon, probably not older than 15 or
so. He started talking to me. In English. Not too good, but understandable. It took about five minutes
until I realized that he wanted to sell himself to me, even though I told him the usual story that I
was married and my husband was working in Hong Kong, highly unfortunate not to keep me company on my
vacation. A male prostitute. A kid. First I was shocked, then I started talking to him. He probably got
bored :). He gave up. |
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