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... asleep the whole time so missed it! We then visited a village known for making silver jewellery and learnt about the process. Then we went to a locals house who sells amazing paintings using oil pastels, ink, and paint. At the coffee plantation we saw the mongoose whose poo helps to make the Balinese traditional coffee. We also tried various coffees and teas a well deserved pick me up. Steph went slightly wild with her purchases after her new found love for mocha and ...
... reminiscent of hand me down childhood sleep overs...rated for inside use! With temps under 10 deg and no warm clothing ...apart from a fleece...we froze and suffered all night. Longest night ever.
The morning scenery did brighten our spirits as the sun came over the mountain and volcano....very magical place. Breakfast of banana pancakes white toast and sweet tea and we were on our way. Bruce and I quickly lurched on the leftovers of our hiking ...
... a little pre drink cocktail of lychee juice and vodka to help us along we made it out in time to meet the boys at a bar called Viapi. For Niomi it was quite a big deal as she hadn't seen her childhood friend Tom since, well, childhood. I was slightly apprehensive being the only one not to speak German but luckily we stuck to English! We played my all time favourite game spirit pong at a bar called Alley ...
... as we had confirmed an extra night with their staff the nt before. We argued that if they looked at the receipt we signed (and they signed) that it would show we had 1 more nt. they said they were full and that we couldn't stay and there was a mix up bc we came a day late (due to our airport mix up) We told them we wouldn't leave unless they found accommodations near by and/or paid for a taxi. This took forever, but eventually the guy asked the hotel next door and it happened ...
... include fish feeding and I'd presumed the fish would come an eat the supplied bread from my hand. This was not so and the boat driver threw most my the bread in the water himself so we could keep going.
On the island I'm asked for another donation entry fee and am handed onto a young male sanctuary guide. He tries to rush me around, explaining very little about the turtles, but taking a few photos of me with my camera, preferring instead to tell me that he ...