Seminyak is Seminyak, a little island of western behaviour, that calls itself culture. Mostly European, but with a scattering of Aussies and a few Yanks, Seminyak has a life of its own, not 100% dependent on the tourist industry.
In general there are 2 kinds of expats in Seminyak, or at least you could analyse them this way, which is, people who are trying to make a living, and people you have already made their money, and who are trying to figure out what to do everyday. The vast majority of people are in group A, but I’ve met an assortment of people who found themselves in group B, due to a relative leaving them a house overseas.
Last night I was sitting at the bar at Santa Fe, chatting to the bar staff, who all know me. The band starts at 11pm, and it kind of fun to be able to enjoy a drink, watch sport on the TV and listen to live music at the same time. Soon after I arrived, down came the rain. It was quite lovely actually, sitting close to the street, with music, an arak madu and the lashing night rain, thundering off the road. It didn’t last long and I was able to walk home 30 minutes later, keeping quite dry. Santa Fe seemed rather empty for a Friday night, but the place is so popular it will be in business for while I reckon.
