Oh yawn, yawn what a hard day in salubrious Sanur. The cloudy villa pool has come right. We have been running the filter flat out and I think they have chucked some crystals in the drink.
Skipped back over the road to The Porch Café for breakie. Chose to share dishes today so we didn't have to roll back across the street.
Next stop was the Bali Dolphins. All I can say is wow!. I don't feel spiritually touched like some but it was a truly memorable experience. I mean where else in the world can I gently cuddle a happy 90kg bottle nose and be invited to lift him out of the water whilst standing waist deep on a sea pen platform. Not for the smaller version of the homo-sapiens that feat of showmanship but hey the rubbery fish seemed to be just eat up all the attention. Not once did I feel that these fish were mistreated in anyway and all the staff were whole heartedly caring for the stars of the show. (flame away)
Shot off heaps of photos before dropping the new waterproof camera in the drink. Good one dopey!. Miraculously it was lifted back up on the guides foot. He suggests there are heaps of cameras that slip off the platform to become permanent residents in the sediment some 10m below. Mental note, they invented wrist straps for a reason.
My son has an aversion to all animals (except cats) and especially birds, actually took quite well to the dolphin experience. The same couldn't be said yesterday when he came across two 2 chickens trying to cross the road in his path. I know, ..... it sounds like the intro into a bad joke.
After our aquatic mammal adventure it was back to Sanur and back to Barbs Bar to watch the Hawks playing at dismal Launceston on the satellite TV. Coming from just below Hobart there is quite a North/South Tasmania thing amongst the Tassie yokels. Typically it started to rain in drab old Launnie haha.
Now my son and wife are the true footy heads. So my daugher and I bugged out at half time to play dolphins in our Villa Pool. She really did emulate their actions in a corny sort of way.
Apparently not being an AFL aficionado is not a real blokey attribute. I know the basics, team colours and some key players but I fall right out of my comfort zone when some other fella comes out with the, 'what about those Eagles hey' type line. I find open backwards questions or questions on questions can sometimes work. Like 'yeah, what is up with them?'. If all else fails I try to make some poor excuse for a comfort break or some impending doom to leave the room. A little tip is to read the headline on the back page of the paper as a retort e.g. 'But how about Buddy kicking those eleven goals, reckon he is in for a shot for the Brownlow this year'. It can work on occasions but it pays not to get into protracted footy conversation as I just undoubtedly fall silently inept and my AFL impotence shines through.
Oh I digress, ....... Anways, another sunny day in paradise with an afternoon of bombing (like the BIG kid that I am) in the pool and splashing water up the villa walls. Dinner was takeaway wood fired pizzas from 'The Village Restaurant' all but 50m away at the tip of the driveway.
Yummo, we all sat in our pool gazebo munging down on big mozzarella slices. Of course I can't leave those last few long necks of Binnies in the fridge so they have been polished off.
And that is where I sit now. Sipping on a Bombay Sapphire G & T in front of the floodlit pool and villa compound. Again the stars are out and a slight sea breeze is wafting the mozzie coil up my nostrils. ... heaven!