Note: at the beginning of July 2013, I went for a holiday with my parents, brother and sister. We braved Asia for the first time, explored but did it all in -more or less- style. The age of the group varied between 48 and 17.
We weren’t arrested, only had two minor accidents (both of which included me) and didn’t get completely lost. Success!
The scooters were huge fun: apart from a small mishap early on (the group getting separated after about three minutes of driving around), everything went splendidly. We added some small new scratches to two scooters (little big sis and I had two collisions but are both safe and sound), laughed lots, visited plenty and got massively sunburned. Sounds like the perfect holiday to me 😉
We visited the rice plantations today, which gave us breathtaking pictures to take home, got wet and dirty at those same plantations, visited some holy wells (where apparently everyone goes to take a saintly shower – have to be honest, it was rather special), visited a small temple that used to be inhabited by an old king and had lunch with the best view ever: those very same rice plantations.
The most well-known picture of Bali must consist of those rice fields: beautiful green and shiny terraces with acres of tiny plants, different levels of height and small Indonesian people working their little behinds off in those fields. Respect. The food was decent, the view outrageous. We won’t forget.
My personal high of the day? We got our massage today. A one-hour massage each. I loved it. I could totally get used to this. Note to self: must get used to this. Spend heaps of money on these massages, I beg you. And invite me along.
Tomorrow: rafting (blub), Indonesian dancing, monkey palaces (Mowgli?) and special restaurants (again). Happy holidays!