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... of monkeys to feed! I got some good photos of them, when we first arrived we saw two that had got a hold of some tourists sunglasses - apparently this happens often! After this we made our way to Tanah lot Temple. The drive there was scenic, beautiful rice terraces. We walked through a market before arrive at the temple, here I purchased a scarf to match my sarong. At the temple I held a giant python with Zac, Mum, Kevin, Adrien, and Justine. It weighed approximately ...

... the board back for a few more rides. When the lesson ended, as he was leaving the water and bent down to pick up his board from the surf, his legs buckled beneath him as he promptly put his back out! Clutching his back, he had to be helped out of the water by Tracey and the instructor, which was not quite the surf dude image he had wanted to project. The Dutch couple came springing out of the surf all fresh faced and energised and were probably wondering why the hell a couple of ...

... without something going wrong. We were only about 5 or 10 minutes from the beach when Suzanna had to stop because her motor bike was completely wobbly and someone had pointed out something wrong with her bike. A flat tire. Fabulous. Literally about a minute after we had stopped, a nice Balinese guy came up to help us. The culture here has the most welcoming, helpful, and friendly people ever. He drove Suzanna's bike very carefully for us to the ...

... had banana pancakes (pineapple for Teddy) followed by a few hours of surf on the reef "playgrounds" for Teddy and lounging pool side reading 5 year old gossip magazines for me. Life is good! After a few days Blackie took Teddy over to a surf break that the locals ride. Before they paddled out Teddy was informed that the break is extremely shallow on the inside and to make sure that he got off the waves before he reached the metal ...

... rest of the week. Pretty nice out here though surf in the morning skate at night. On a side note the driver in the surf school van with their full add all over took a different route back to my homestay so he could take me to a brothel. He kept going on about all the different types of women from different places, how you just pick them out from behind the glass, and also ...

... other islands we went to because there are so many things to see and do. Pilar is excited, too many things to buy, decisions, decisions, oh my god! Life can be little difficult for some people. It reminds us of Playa del Carmen in Mexico, in the sense that the bars and restaurants all add charming decor touches to attract clients. Places appear upscale but are very reasonably priced.

... movement - clearly having a wonderful time posing with what seemed like everyone who was in the hall - all of which wanted to have as what seemed like a trouphy our picture with this icon of humanatarian change.  Sam Daley-Harris, CEO of the Microcredit Summits closing the unbelievable event that will no doubt be remembered as a great milestone in the history of the movement. Lots of Bali entertainment and buffet food for all ...

... up and Charlie became my very own 'takeaway delivery girl'. She refused to wear the uniform though, spoilsport! Luckily through all this there was an older Australian guy called Bruce staying opposite us who became our kindly saviour, lending us his DVD player to kill time and even bringing us food. When Bruce checked out to move to a quieter guest house up the coast (away from the noise of traffic and incessant Offspring music coming from the bar on the corner) he asked us ...

... on the other side, the entrance to the sliding door leading into the bedroom on the "house" side, and an entire outdoor kitchen cum lounge area on the other side. Oh, and in addition to the king size bed, the outdoor day bed, the bungalow, there was also another couple of couches in the living area in case you wanted yet another place to hang out. Harry, we can't thank you enough. We can't imagine a more luxiourous way to say goodbye to the good times we had in Indonesia.

... naming convention for the babies born in Ubud, it's pretty unique. And Eddie is an even more unique incarnation.) The temple is a sacred place, so you have to wear a sarong to enter (men too!). They have a bunch avail for all the foreigners who didn't know the rules. Not me, I rode a motorbike in a sarong. Aww yeah.... I've bought three new ones since I've been here, a tank top, sarong and my Teva's is now my daily routine. Ohh and lots of pretty ...