And, lord, there's plenty of it. The shop we stopped in seemed more a gallery. In a sea of earrings, necklaces, pendants, rings, figurines, silver as far as the eye could see, I was stymied. A lover of silver, a ring on each hand and a necklace, all of which I almost always wear, I looked for presents for friends. Honestly, though, I couldn't even begin to take in the variety. So much merchandise, I found it impossible to find that one piece that stood out.
If you go to Celuk, head to a compound, or family shop, instead of one of the large galleries. I think it's easier (and probably more authentic an experience) to choose something nice from one artisan, rather than a silver factory.
At Sanur, we reached our hotel, settled in and hit the pool. Blue sky, beach, sun.
Into the evening we scouted out the boardwalk for a dinner venue. Unhappy with the options, we joined many of the hotel's guests for an Easter dinner buffet. "Happy Easter Day" read the sign above the bandstand. Turned out there was a performer, too. Clad in red head to toe, including her pumps, backed by a dude with a keyboard, a Chinese singer reeled off a number of hits. Straight out of a Hong Kong karoake bar, we nicknamed her Suzy Stretch Pants. A little Elvis, then Only You, with an instrumental groove by Johnny Smooth Hands, it was too funny. Now, I love singing. And I love music, too. But this was, well, an Easter comedy. After a couple of numbers, Suze took a break, at which point, out wandered a three-piece band. Among the crowd, the guys serenaded several tables and got people clapping, some even up and dancing. Now we're talking.
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