We would be moving to the Hardrock Hotel for the next 2 nights and I was looking forward to it. The villa wasn't as comfortable as I had hoped it would be. It was much smaller than I expected. Other than a dining table, a beach sofa and 2 beach lounge chairs, there were no other furniture. The sofa and lounge chairs were totally covered by our clothes put out to dry.
The villa wasn't exactly dirty but it was generally just old, like yellow stains kind of old. There was a water filter/ dispenser but the hot water ran out quickly. We couldn't even make a cup of hot coffee. There was no kettle and had to use the stove but we couldn't light up the fire until we bought a lighter. The saving grace were the ok bed and pillows and big towels.
I woke up at 7ish to enjoy the quiet morning. I had almost 12 hours of sleep and wasn't the only tired one.
Then dragged the sleepy heads out of bed for bfast at 9am. We found this restaurant 3 mins walk away and they serve nice food.
The host helped to arrange transport for IDR150k to Kuta and the car picked us up on time at 10am.we were stuffing things into luggage at the last minute. Bye to Zaky's shoes with big holes. He was "accumulating" sand and peddles in his shoes during the hike. Lol.
The ride took about 30 mins and we were in Hardrock! Woohoo!
The kids were exclaiming every now and then on how they remembered this and that. Our last stay in Hardrock Bali was 6 years back with the SHSS gang and that was so much fun.
Our room wouldn't be ready until 3pm and we decided to hit the beach. Surf "schools" lined the beach and we settled for one who would coach the kids for IDR200k each. While waiting for the instructors to get ready, they warmed up in the waters.
The parents happily sat one side.
They were taught the basics.
Then they were led to the other part of the beach where the waves were milder. The tide was rising but nothing too dangerous for beginner surfing class.
They practiced a few more times on land before they were led into the waters. I saw Nana asked the instructor how to jump off the surfboard when she hit the sand.
The kids took surf lessons when we were in Bali 6 years back. Then, they were so little (and light) and the instructors did most of the hard work, dragging them on the board from the shore to sea. Now, they had to do the hard work themselves. Lol.
They attempted a couple of times and none succeeded. I was thinking that Zaky probably would succeed before Nana given how fearless he is but I was wrong. Nana stood and balanced on the board and surf 1st. Yay! However, tragedy struck shortly.
It was barely 10 mins into class, she surfed, hit the shore, jumped (fall?) off and the next moment, she was sitting in the waves grimacing in pain. I was the 1st to run to her rescue. I knew something wasn't right at her look.
She was crying and said that she hurt both her ankles and couldnt stand. I was trying to hold on to her, drag her to shore and prevent the board from hitting her, or dragging back to the sea. Help came quickly. Many instructors came to help and managed to put her on the chair.
Nana was crying badly, telling us how bad the hurt was from the fractured ankle. S**t. We tried to ice the ankle and hoped that it would be a simply sprain but knew that a visit to the hospital for a x-ray was necessary. The instructors recommended BIMC, the local international hospital. We got a bluebird and made our way to the hospital. We knew it was the same bad when Daddy Lim piggyback her and she whined in pain when any of the movements even moved her ankle in the slightest. It was deju vu. Apparently, the she didn't learn how to jump off despite specifically asking about it. Zzzzz.
BIMC was crowded and there appeared to be many locals. We were hoping that the wait wouldn't be long. Finally, the doctor saw us and ordered a x-ray. Her ankle was so swollen and it meant nothing good.
As expected, we saw the line in the x-ray.
We compared this with the 1st x-ray that she took in April 23 and thought that they looked the same.
The doctor could only tell that it is a fracture. We were given an option for a half cast (only behind the calf and ankle) or a full plaster cast but had to wait for the specialist to come for the latter. We opted for the half cast, knowing the swelling has to go down 1st and to do a full cast back in Singapore.
The bill worked out to be $650+. I was hoping that the travel insurance would cover and was very grateful to myself for being persistent in wanting to purchase the insurance.
It was already 3pm when we were back in Hardrock. Every driver/ staff was curious about what happened to Nana. Surfing class, and they were all shocked. Ya, we didn't know surfing is so dangerous too. Lol.
Hardrock was able to loan us a wheelchair. Thank God! The room was also ready.
I had the thought to maybe cut short our holidays but decided that we should enjoy Hardrock. The hotel has many facilities, the room was comfortable and came with many free on demand movies. Why spent more $$ buying new air tickets and waste the hotel?
We fed Nana.
Zaky was still hoping to continue with his surfing class but it was too late by the time we settled Nana. Daddy Lim and Nana caught a horror movie in the room while I brought Zaky to the pool.
Dinner was easy. We were not hungry from the late lunch. We had desserts and tabaoed KFC to the room.
Nana slept early. She was tired from all the drama and crying. My heart was so heavy when all the adrenaline drained off. Why again? How? What now? Haiz.
Mummy Lim
