Bale Sampan Bungalows
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... with but spend the last half of the dive in 5-8m of water) and an incredible 'macro’ site where we can see lots of small stuff: seahorses, ribbon eels, peacock mantis shrimp, cuttlefish, lionfish and – a first for us both and a big box-ticked for Vin – ornate ghost pipefish, beautiful, delicate, tiny sea creatures that look not unlike bits of leaf but which are amazing up close. We finish the dive around an artificial reef in a few metres ...
... and my torch works about 20% of its capacity but thankfully, about 200 people are climbing with us (various degree of speed so it doesn't feel too crowded). This bit of the climb, some would describe as agony: apart from the temperature and lack of visibility, every two step taken on the volcanic stand equals one step back so it is almost double to effort to go up. But then came 6am, we arrived tired but with a new energy, ...
... After 30 minutes of our strongest swimming we were both tiring and were being swept further and further away from our spot on the beach; we'd managed to see one turtle, who was disappointingly sitting on the bottom of a particularly deep spot meaning we could only just make it out and he didn't look like he was going to be moving any time soon.
After swimming back to shore Ross got chatting to a local barman and managed to persuade him (for a small fee) to take us out ...
... be giving me that look for? The only
thing I can possibly think of is that the boy from the hotel that had a crush
on me had opened his big mouth. Maybe the outside shower wasn’t as secluded as
it was supposed to be. Maybe he took pictures of me in the shower and spread
them to all his friends?! They lived right behind my room and I heard them
frequently laughing and moving about. I was creeped out and was very thankful
to be rid of the island.
... several times during the night, and after we set sail at 2am, took a stroll around the boat, went to the loo and sat on the rail for a while watching the white bow wave melt into the black velvety water. This was to become a nightly ritual. At first light after grabbing the odd half an hour here and there, he sat up the front of the top deck to watch the sunrise and took a few pictures. Most people remained asleep but a couple of the Indonesian posse got up and ...