Before Wayan and Nyoman leave Pat dives into our luggage and almost empties it and as she gives them the contents to take up to his village at Klungkung. A couple of weeks before we left home Pat had asked our daughters and son to go through their wardrobes and pack up all the clothes that they and their children no longer needed or did not fit into. Our room, 210, is the one that we requested and Pat is real happy, as it is quite large and roomy. Very bright and airy with a larger than usual fridge (fits more Bintangs and other not so necessary stuff). It also has a great outlook across the gardens and manicured lawns. After unpacking we head over the road opposite Gazebo to change some coin of the realm into rupee doops at an exchange rate of 6400 to the dollar. Now armed with a heap of local currency we take a very leisurely stroll down Jalan Tamlingan to Hardy's Grosir where we stock up on room supplies. Enough to warrant the return trip back to the Gazebo by bemo. The weather is overcast and looks and feels as if it might rain but glorious just the same. After a bit of a spell and a scrub up we head down to the beach pathway and wander along to the Bonsai Café for dinner, where we are met by our Bali 'grandson' from our first Balinese adopted family. He is now 22 and we have known him almost before he was born and have enjoyed watching him growing up as much as we enjoy watching our own childrens children as they grow. Pat has been suffering a nagging head ache all day so after dinner we decide on an early night. I certainly don't have a problem with that as the Bintangs I have consumed have made me quite mellow and it has been a long but extremely pleasant day.
Next morning after a cup of coffee and a shower we head out onto the main drag and turn right and wander along about 300 meters to Randy's Bar and Restaurant for brekky. The fare here is excellent and great value. As we consume our breakfast the lack of tourists is glaringly apparent. We have never seen this road so quiet in 25 years. You don't have to be an Einstein to realise that the lack of tourism is hurting the Balinese real bad and you curse the offal that has caused this pain. After brekky, we 'grab a cab' and head into Denpasar to the Tiara Dewatu, where I have my lamps tested and I order some new glasses both for work and for home. We have been going here for some years now and are more than happy with the product and the service. I pick some new frames as the old ones have seen better days. I order four pairs and they will be ready in nine days. We have always enjoyed shopping here so the obligatory tour of the complex is undertaken. During this looksee the Duchess is attracted to some eager beaver young folk who were flogging Sumo Thumper infrared hand held massage tools. They give her a bit of a tune up with the machine and she declares that it was indeed relaxing. Too late! She is now the proud owner of one of these machines and halfway back to the Gazebo is still espousing wonder as to why she bought it as she didn't really need it. 'Don't worry' I laughingly say. 'Even if you never use it, it will come in handy'. Back to the Gazebo for a granny nap then a tub and scrub and off to our friend Putu's, Madeloes Restaurant for dinner. Next morning, we go next door to the Gazebo to Made's Frangipani restaurant for brekky. Top notch tucker it is too. Just love sitting so close to the road watching the traffic, both vehicular and pedestrian, making their way in both directions. Again the lack of tourists is patently obvious.