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... hear the sound of a 15ft wave hitting the water I walk up the edge of the cliff and see sets of 10 to 15ft waves rolling through. I run back to the car with Bang Bang and we go the surf boards off the roof of the car. As we walked down to the local Uluwatu surfing hut I was told about how heavy the waves are and how we will be getting taken out by Seados. As we walked down in between the cliffs down to the water. The Jet skis are about ...
... and falls landing on her bum on a step outside the toilet. We go over to make sure she is ok, it was defiantly a hard fall judging by the thud and the marble steps did not look very forgiving. Fortunately she landed slightly to one side rather than a flat landing (which may have damaged her coxis) so after a few mins to gather herself we make our way down to the waterfall. It takes about 10 mins to get down the steps Icha's knee starts to hurt after about 100 steps so ...
... adil. Put money on anything! And often it's not fairly played. So my favorites are spirit, where you play with domino cards and your aim is to get more than the banker, preferably 9 or triple, or bola adil, where you bet on a form and then a crazy ball follows a magnet until it comes to stop on one of the forms. You win 10 times the amount you bet, which is great! Put 1000rp in and you win 10.000, and if not, you only lost ...
... of hours on the beach and watched the sun set. We went back to the german bakery for dinner but once again chose Indonesian food because they're awaiting the delivery for all the German meals (so they say but who know if and when that will ever happen). Tomorrow will be another very busy day as we've planned another day trip to see some more of Bali before we head back to Ubud SO EXCITED !!! ...
... stayed in for a bit longer, and then we headed home.
A poem about this from my father:
Dive deep through marble slats and sieves of blue,
Kick down, with bubbles oozing from pouched lips,
Winnow the sun out of your snaking spine
As brine blots up the warmth, the wind, the shine,
Till slide of phosphorescing fingertips
Is the best brilliance that can cling to you.