Wow, what a great day! Now hiding in the cool aircon bedroom whilst Little Miss Nine is chucking a tanty. Somehow she just won't admit she is tuckered out . One day I am sure my kids will acknowledge the lucky card we have been dealt in life and appreciate being whisked off to exotic locations to have fun and experience a glimpse of different cultures.
The day started with the symphony of bird life building to a crescendo, all it needed was some cymbals and kettle drums. Ah, ... orchestral music, I can only appreciate it live once every few years, except Grieg's 'Hall of The Mountain King' which my late father played on the old turntable whilst he waved his pretend conductors wand making a face like a true dork!
Breakfast was served to our balcony as the very light cloud burnt off. Toast, juice, tea and fruit is plenty to start off the day. 9.30am and we were on the water skippered by 'Captain Nemo' up to Mangroves Reef for a snorkel now under an iridescent blue sky. Nemo dropped us at one end and we drifted over colourful corals for 1-2km. With the light current gently pushing us along we fed the thousands of tropical fish with watery bread from our tailored empty squeegee drink bottles. Just fantastic!
Back on land we hooked up with some fellow Taswegians we met here 2 years ago. Their kids skipped over to our deserted resort pool so my inner Pirate Pete emerged for 45 minutes of loud raucous fun. This pretty well involved me throwing four giggling & screaming kids up into the air & into the pool whilst they tried to push me in on masse. Don't get me wrong there was no ambiance or honeymooners to spoil and if other guests were about Pirate Pete would definitely be kept away in his secret place. As me mate from Tassie says, we don't like to holiday in Wally World.
Late afternoon saw us tootling off on scooters with the kids as pillion passengers wearing their pushbike helmets. At home I refuse to take a pillion but here our speed does not exceed 30km/h and my wife travels between 10-20km/h as she is not a usual rider. A calculated risk I know but great fun all the same. Not something I would attempt with kids on mainland Bali.
We explored Sandy Bay Beach, Dream Beach and Mushroom Bay before returning to our plunge pool as today has been quite hot.
Dinner was at Ware Ware Restaurant a stones through from our digs. Nice grub. I was most impressed with my wife's Green Curry Chicken and the juices. I had a Banana Juice and a Tutti Fruiti Juice like any true man should, just to stay rehydrated. If they had quiche on the menu I'm sure I would have ordered that instead of my Nasi Goreng.
We waddled back up the steps to our villa where our nightly mozzie ritual was performed. My wife is quite obviously has a mozzie phobia. We carry roll on mozzie repellent plus we apply a skin spray repellent prior to venturing out at night. We light mozzie coils in our accom. and she puts plug in zappers in the bedrooms. A Baygon spray is also applied to the bedrooms prior to turn in.
This may have something to do with me having quarterly fevers over the last two years. After an arm like a junkies pincushion from all the blood tests I think it has been finally been put to rest with a bloody $12 script for drugs to fight suspected Malaria. Good one!. Must have been a rogue mozzie because the usually leave me well alone.
My son now is plonked on the couch like a pig in poo glued to the idiot box on the Australian Network where two teams in blue and white are chasing a pig skin about. We couldn't even head out for a feed until my wife and son had done their Super Coach, ..... sigh ..... sad.
Signing off as I think I hear Mr Duty Free calling my name.