As it was our penultimate evening we headed down to Madeloes for dinner and to say our farewells until next time. Come Saturday morning we headed off for a last 'Hungry Mans Brekky' at Randy's. As we had nothing planned we took our time and immersed ourselves in the atmosphere of our surroundings, drawing in further vision to add to our bank of fond memories. Back at the Gazebo we packed up all we could to ease the burden of the task come the morning of departure. Pat decided that she would have her nails painted so we trotted off down to the bar where the resident 'nail painting person' attended to her requirements. This once more left me to my own devices. What else could I do to pass the time as pleasantly as possible than front the bar? I mean, what else could I do? So I did just that. I really thought that it took far longer to paint fingernails with flowers and such. It wasn't long before she was back and suggesting that perhaps it would be a good time for lunch. I capitulated without a struggle. That evening we went down to the Bonsai for dinner and to say goodbye to our friend 'George' and the staff. We had had a few days when it rained but they were mostly at night time when we were busy throwing Zeds at the ceiling. We decided that we would take a table inside as opposed to normally sitting outside on the beach. It proved to be extremely beneficial that we did for we had just finished dinner when the heavens opened up and down came the rain accompanied by very strong winds. When it eased off a bit we bolted for home. The intention being that we would finish the evening off at the Gazebo bar. That was not to be for the wind was of a strength, we had never before encountered in Bali. Nothing like the cyclonic winds of Port Hedland but extremely strong for Bali just the same. It blew and it poured down in heavy perpendicular sheets. A break in the torrential downpour saw us back in our room. After a leisurely brekky at the Gazebo we finished packing and met Wayan and family at reception and headed to the airport. The whole family were dressed in their temple best and were heading to the Besakih mother temple, after we left, to give thanks for their good fortune. It is probably a good thing now with the changes to the drop off points at the airport departures. There is not the facility for long and protracted goodbyes. You get out of the vehicle and virtually go straight through without delay. Security is most definitely more apparent. It is usually worth a box of tissues for Pat when she says her goodbyes but this time it would have been worth two boxes for both of our adopted Balinese families in the were there to see us off. A few quick sincere hugs and a river of tears then we were gone. The time at the airport flew by and we were in the air at 1pm, over the top, and in Port Hedland two hours later at 3pm. Not a day goes by that one of us does not look to the north and muse, 'Bali, you are just there and so close. One day very soon we shall return'