For the last few days, there’s been swarms of a certain kind of bug around and just after sunset. Sometimes, a few will get inside and spend a couple of hours flying into lights, droppings wings, flying into people and generally being annoying. This afternoon, we forgot and had the doors wide open over sunset and for a while after the sun had completely set. By the time we noticed, tons of the bastards had got in and were flying dementedly around the lights.
The only plan of action Nina & I could think of was to turn off all the lights, open the door back up and lead them outside with torches. It was a rather successful operation, but did result in a lot of bugs flying into us, which made for a lot of swearing and flailing on my part. Being not the most intelligent of bugs, there were quite a few stragglers, which I took to ushering out with judicious use of a thong. The really irritating ones that kept flying into me got swore at and batted out of the air (with aforementioned thong).
Meanwhile, Ollie was upstairs with hundreds of them, taking photos of a tokai (huge colourful gecko) having the feast of it’s life. He then quietly and calmly dealt with the situation, which I assisted with when I was done downstairs.
Then, there was a massive (by Ubud standards) outdoor all ages concert on the soccer field. Everyone was out for it and the streets were lined with motorbikes. They’re always lined with motorbikes, but this time it was several layers deep and on streets that would otherwise only have a few bikes.
The concerts spin me out. Tons of crap pop groups, boy bands and girl bands. Some had co-ordinated outfits, others just plain slutty ones, some even had co-ordinated dance routines. There were also stands selling ice cream, fairy floss, corn, inflatable thingies, etc. At one point, part of the crowd were clapping along to electronica.
Basically as soon as we got there, we decided it was beer time and went to a small expat bar off to the side of the soccer field, where we could still see a little of the action. At one point, a pickled old white bloke went and had a nap on the raised platform behind our table for about an hour, then got up, moved to an outside table and continued drinking and smoking.
As we were going home, concert still in full swing, the band playing were apparently too hardcore and risky for an earlier timeslot. Unfortunately, their version of hardcore basically meant fast pop-rock with crap singing.
Ah, yes. I finally got some drawings on the computer, so here they are. Ideas for REMAKE/REMODEL: Irma Vep, over at freakangels.com/whitechapel/ Photos of drawings.