The transportation system in Bali is pretty confusing. These Bemo minibuses often do not have any signs showing their destinations. For other forms of transportation, every few steps you take down the street men say “transport, transport” and they are basically motorcycle drivers. I stayed away from them, but it sure was annoying just to walk down a street. People at every shop have to say “Hello and start talking to you. I decided the most peaceful place was in my room, so I stayed there alone most of the time in Bali.
Bali is nice if you like going to night clubs or sitting on the beach, or surfing. But other than that, there isn’t too much. If you just want to take a walk, it is difficult because sidewalks are so narrow or blocked, plus all the people trying to get your attention as I mentioned before. There are a lot of stone temples around, but most have closed gates and if you do get into some museum or temple you get assaulted by fake guides.
Finally I got a ticket off the web site of Mandala Airlines to take me back to the island of Java. After seeing the suicidal bus driver on the way here to Bali (even passed a truck that crashed through a guardrail landing below), I decided it was safest to fly (even though Indonesian airlines have some of the worst crash records in the world).