Hotel Oranjje Legian

... the most of it. Brent just loves swimming so he has barely been out of the pool.

- So with the high of the free upgrade we went out to dinner to Ultimo's, our fav place from when we were here last time. The food rock and we were very happy in the taxi on the way home. The taxi was dropping us off on a corner as the resort is in a one way street. The roads here are crazy, people driving all over the shop ...

... of my hair. I wasn’t impressed, especially when I turned around and the nasty thing was glaring at me and showing off his ugly fangs. At least it provided entertainment for the other tourists milling around. Hrmpf! I also witnessed a pair of glasses and a hat being acquired by the nimble-fingered ones.

I tried to ask my lovely driver/guide a few questions about Ulu Watu and it turns out that he is from Flores rather than from Bali ...

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You can only imagine the stress of being told you can’t get on; especially when there is a strict policy of being checked in 45mins prior to take-off. It was a stroke of genius that Greg knew to call the travel agent. They were able to fax the required documentation directly to the check-in and a very relieved Kristy finally boarded the flight. But not before seeing Monique whilst in the departure lounge, she had arrived in Melb on the same plane Kristy was on ...

... everyone else over into the shoulders.So for someone who had had zero sleep it was quite the awakening. Anyways the one day I stayed in Bangkok was jammed packed. We headed to a crazy weekend market which was about 3 football fields in size of all undercover tiny shops all connected in a big maze. Next we took a motorcycle taxi- who pride themselves in the art of weaving through tiny spaces in between cars and running red lights- over to the Thai protests. Yes i know this ...

... will probably wear everyday and it cost less than 50 cents! The prices of things here are unreal! Think of this... an hour-long massage costs around $4 dollars. Meals cost between $1-$5 dollars, depending on where you eat of course. Renting a motorbike for month costs around $45, equivalent to a little more than a dollar a day. It is one of the least expensive places I have ever visited! The only expensive things (or rather, should I say normal priced things?) are ...

... turns onto streets without so much as a glance at incoming traffic to see who or what they might be cutting off. Cars may be coming the opposite direction taking up half of your lane, or they may decide to stop and park in the middle of the road, and it's your problem, not theirs. At faster speeds I had close calls that missed by a couple of feet. At slower speeds I had plenty that missed by inches. Surprisingly I saw only one minor collision and ...

The first Indonesian I learned: "babi guling" - roasted, suckling pig. One of my favorite dishes here. Babi guling includes both crispy skin and tender pork. On the side are stuffed pigs intestines, vegetables and more spices. It looks better than it sounds. Actually, I think there's only one main Balinese dish: chilis with chili paste. It varies when they add chicken, pork, fish, vegetables or rice. Every dish is so hot. It took me a ...

... kids ran out of their homes to wave and tell us "hello" and give us five as we rode by. We also got to venture out into our guide's rice paddy and learn about the growing rice (alas, all of Jason's burning questions are answered...what a farm boy), check out local Hindu temples and generally learn a bit more about the Balinese culture. The guide told us that the ride was 90% down hill and 10% uphill. I think ...

My days have been still starting out early,usually around 5 am, it seems to be my automatic alarm clock that I had no intention is setting for that time. From my bed I can see outside into the forest , and my view is insane. It feels like I'm waking up in a movie set, it looks that unreal. My room now is on the top floor of the villa, and I'm up so high that I have an amazing panoramic view of this jungle and the rice fields. I'm up so high ...

... it was going to do, but never mind. We walked out of town, down the road outlined on the map, looking for the hiking trail that the guide had suggested. Of course, every Bemo (local minibus transit system) and truck honked and pulled over to offer us a ride (it's Rach...it's the blonde hair and blue eyes that get them every time). Okay, I should probably point a few things out here. By the time we got out of Ubud, there were no other people walking down the side of the road...no ...