I decided to cut short my visit to Ubud because the traffic, the level of air pollution does not make Ubud a reprieve but something to one is subjected to and needs to overcome. So, I came to the beach for 2 days and I am so glad I did.
The first late afternoon I immediately went for a stroll on the beach. The beach was lined with White people under umbrellas, swimming and walking the beach. Suddenly I saw a bronze cinnamon male with long gorgeous hair down his back and beautiful rippling wave in it shinning in the sun. He was in shorts standing in a proud trophy looking posture looking upon the beach with one hand on his hip and elbow out in the air. I don’t know what he was expecting but it looked like he was expecting to be noticed and a phot shoot to happen any minute. After about a mile of White people lining the beach I could see a crowd just in front of the water standing on the beach. As I got closer I could see these were not White people it was suddenly a small area of the beach where Indonesians gathered. They were not swimming. They were not sitting just standing getting their feet wet talking. The women were all completely clothed in jeans getting their lower legs wet. White women in groups that had walked the beach in near naked bikinis were walking up the beach and had to walk through the crowd but this didn’t encourage any of the Indonesian women to break out into a bathing suit. I have no idea what people were saying as the women cut through. I was wearing a floor length cotton dress and held it up a little with one hand when the water came up further than I anticipated.
I turned around to go back. After walking for a while, I noticed a good looking White man in front of me. I observed him. Maybe he was 35. From the back he had a very “v” shaped torso and toned muscles in the back and arms. Tattoo’s encompassed both of his ankles and lower legs and on his opposite end he was wearing a baseball hat. The sun was hot so one needs a hat out here. I was behind him for a while. Suddenly a very well built brown cinnamon woman comes up to him. She is wearing a bikini that is wet and showing the details of her large breasts and ass both jiggling in the sunlight. She asks him if he would take a picture of her. I slowed down I didn’t want to miss any of this. He agrees and she hands him the camera. He backs up. She begins to take these provocative poses as if she is doing a pole dance, one arm in the air as if it’s grasping the pole and a knee up in the air as if it’s wrapped around the pole for balance. He takes a picture or 2 ,comes towards her with his outstretched arm and the camera in his hand and says “here you go,” turning around and beginning to walk on his way again. She takes the camera, stands there, “thank you” but looking abandoned.
Yeah White man! That’s right, rebuke all of these stereo-types that history has proven true over and over again. You’re more than a horny fool. Sorry young men you have to prove this because you bare the burden of so much that has happened before you.