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... during the day you can't actually lay on it so we spent most of the day on the balcony. Sun 22nd Sep - Today was quite similar to yesterday, we went down to a cliff top for a drink and watched Tess surf, then the rest of the day we spent on the balcony again. Col and I decided its not really our cup of tea here and we will move on tomorrow. We've got a little board, the area is nice for food etc but nothing for us to do in the ...
I don't know about you... but I start each holiday with the best of intentions. I purchase a travel diary and a favoured pen, with the great expectation of documenting every adventure, fabulous meal and experience for Adam and I to keep and look back on with the fondest of memories. I have even contemplated purchasing a Polaroid camera to capture THAT moment... ...
... keep myself together to buy a top and some jewellery thou :)
We didn't spend long shopping much to Matt's delight and on the way back to the hotel we stumbled on the water palace which was just stunning. A huge temple with an even bigger lily lake in front of it, we managed to bag a table in a cafe right at the bottom of the palace and got an amazing view whilst enjoying a cocktail! A perfect end to a perfect time in Ubud, I could have stayed for ever!
It's a gift to be alive.
Death may be a door to another existence.
Or it may be the end. Finality. Nothingness.
That’s why being alive is a gift.
Because no one really knows what’s on the other side of death.
It’s a blessing in uncertain times.
Here in Balian now. It is familiar. Relaxing. The ride up is fun. I can relate to motorcycle enthusiasts. The thrill of the open road is ...
... and the other is a cliff dropping a few feet to the next pond. To fall in or cause a land slide would be game over. It would be really really bad. You don’t realize this risk as you creep along this narrow path just trying to put one foot in front of the other. But for some reason I let my mind wander to the what ifs. What if this part is really soggy and just gives out and I go sliding down from one pond to the next. I bet the farmer, where ever he ...