King Kong our driver

On Thursday we were looking for a driver to do some day trips for us for the next few days. We came upon this guy who told us his name was King Kong. Sure.

His prices were so good I asked him what price he would charge to pick up Steph at the airport. Much cheaper than the hotel so I asked him to do that. Not really knowing anything whatsoever about his reliability, I thought I would go out to the airport with him. Off we go.

He had pretty good English so we chatted. I asked him about his name. He tells me his real name is Wayan. Now I already know that in Bali the first child is Wayan; the 2nd child is Made; 3rd child is Nyoman; and the 4th child is Kutut.

So he says, "I am the 3rd Wayan."
"What?"
"My mother had 12 children so I am the 3rd Wayan. It is too confusing so I make a nickname."
"But really now I am not so sure," he says, "I may be 3rd Wayan I maybe be 4th Wayan I am not sure. Anyway it is too confusing. So I am King Kong.

So if you see a beige van with 3 white woman and a male driver, it is King Kong and his lovelies!