The traditional Indonesian wife disseminates information in bite size bits and pieces. Her husband is placed on a 'standby/need-to-know' basis. Conversations with similarly situated friends seem to bear out the theory.
For example, your wife announces that a trip to Pak Wayan's house in Ubud will occur tomorrow morning. You get up, you shower, you clothe. But nothing happens. Your wife is still in bed. What happened to Ubud?
Oh, that was canceled for today. We'll go tomorrow.
The next day you do indeed start out for Ubud. But wait -- you've ended up in Seminyak!
Oh, we're meeting Putri for breakfast first.
On to Ubud.
But hold on. You note that the pursuit of the current route will take you far to the east of Ubud.
Oh, we're stopping at cousin Ketut's place first to pick up a cake.
Yes, a cake, for Pak Wayan, in Ubud. For goodness sake, pay attention!
So you pick up the cake. You visit with Ketut for a short time. Perhaps three hours.
And you head for Ubud.
When you arrive, Pak Wayan is nowhere to be found. In fact, he's not home.
But why would he leave. He knew we were coming. Right?
I don't know. Maybe not.
But surely you called ahead. I thought this was all arranged.
That was yesterday.
Well, nothing to do but head back home to Sanur.
And yet, somehow, you end up in Kintamani.