Happy Sunday. Hope you’ve all had a good weekend. I guess many of you have perhaps finished work or school for Christmas now. For those having to work over the Christmas season just remember you could always pack it all in and go on an adventure around the world. Just sayin’.

So here we are on the Indonesian island of Bali. Possibly the most recommended location of all those we are visiting. Soft sand, warm sea, beautiful scenery. This place is said to have it all.

With our flight from Singapore leaving at 7:15am we decided not to even bother attempting to sleep. We just stayed up watching tv before packing our bags. We always like to leave it until the very last second before packing our stuff. Perhaps it’s the panic that causes us to check everything 100 times to make sure we don’t forget anything. It seems to be working so far.

Our taxi drive to the airport was….interesting. Pretty sure that in requesting the driver to pick us up, we must have interrupted him from a night of playing F1 on his PlayStation. He was driving in and out of cars like it was the final race of the championship and he needed full points. Soph was gripping my hand so hard that it resembled something out of Tom and Jerry by the the time we arrived at departures. Perhaps it was his reversing the wrong way down a dual carriageway after missing his turning that caused us to worry. We did at least have our seatbelts on.

The flight went well. We took off and landed without crashing so I suppose that can be seen as having gone well. Upon landing we had to pay for our Visa before jumping in a taxi again. Going from KL and Singapore to Bali was quite the reality check. Like Thailand it is full of people jumping on us for a little bit of our business. It also takes a little getting used to the currency out here. I mean for starters the taxi to our hotel cost 200,000. Think it’s just under 20,000 to the pound. So getting £100 out at the ATM earlier felt like I’d just won the lottery.

Having not slept in ages we decided to have a quick nap once we’d checked in. That quick nap turned into a 7 hour full on sleep where an angry roaring lion with a megaphone wouldn’t have woken us up. When we did finally stir we discovered that all the plug sockets in the room were European. You know the ones, with the two pointy bits. Not anything like the ones our plug adaptors are made for. So we had to live without internet for the night, which I imagine must have been on par with what it felt like to be one of those Chilean miners stuck down a hole for 69 days. How we survived I just don’t know.

Even with 7 hours of day time napping we still managed to sleep in and miss breakfast this morning. It’s becoming sort of a tradition to miss the breakfast we’d already paid for. Just like its becoming a tradition to be woken up through one of the hotel staff attempting to seemingly brake our door down. This time they wanted to know if we wanted our room cleaned. Lovely of them to offer, but they’d clearly never met a sleep deprived Sophie before. Perhaps they’ll think twice before knocking so early next time.

We headed out to try and find a working plug adaptor once we’d finally got dressed. We found them pretty hard to come by in Bangkok so when we saw one this morning we jumped at the chance to buy it. But it was clear we hadn’t been in Bangkok for some time as we agreed to the first price put on the table. We could have probably flown back to the UK, charged all our stuff and then got back on a flight to Bali for not much more. They saw us coming an absolute mile off. It cost us more than a night in the hotel anyway. They’ll probably still be laughing at us by the time we leave next month.

Once we’d popped back and stuck one of our phones on charge we headed in the direction of the beach. Unfortunately it was a pretty overcast day so there wasn’t much room for sunbathing. We just took a little walk up and down the front watching the trainee surfers wipe out on the waves. Soph is basically a professional surfer following her time in Costa Rica before university. Compared to me anyway. Could be something we look at doing while we’re here. Pretty sure I’ll end up swallowing more water than I surf, but it could be worth the shot. We all know I’ve got the body and flowing locks of a pro surfer….

After a little lunch at some Aussie bar we managed to grab a few afternoon rays by, yet again, falling asleep on the beach. Perhaps we were bitten by a sloth during the night and have now an immense appetite for sleeping. I’d imagine we would probably have noticed if we had but we’ve been bitten so many times by mosquitoes that perhaps we just overlooked it. Whatever it is, it’s at least preventing us from spending too much money.

Dinner tonight was at Mama’s. A German restaurant on the main strip of bars and restaurants here. I knew the Germans loved a good sausage but the menu was more like one of George Michael’s little black books. To be fair there were lots of other things in the menu too, including the pork medallions that I plucked for and the beef stew that Soph had. Things are pretty cheap out here. Even cheaper than parts of Thailand in some cases. So a two course dinner and a couple of local beers was more than affordable. Especially as we’d slept the majority of the day.

Back at the hotel we are chilling out watching James Bond on the tv. If we’ve learnt anything from our time so far in Bali,  it’s that Roger Moore is the absolute man!

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