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.
Dawn came early, today. As we’d booked a dolphine trip (“Oooooh, dolphins! Cute! Happy! Let’s do it!”), we had to leave with the boats at 6 AM. After a false start (a snooze button that hadn’t been pressed, but a “don’t wake me up”-button that had been pressed instead), we made our way to the beach. We got into two boats (we’ve had comments on the size of the group -six persons- everywhere we’ve been. And lots of astonishment when we mentioned that, yes, we’re all one family, no boyfriends or girlfriends anywhere.) and were guided to the open sea. In the meanwhile, photo opportunities presented themselves left, right and centre. Want a picture of a not-completely-awake sister? Go for it! Beautiful sunrise to the background of palmtrees? Don’t look any further! Lots of waves that look like dolphins? Pick whichever you like best! In the end, we were on sea for about two hours and spotted tons of dolphins. They were happy, rather energetic (especially in the beginning when we saw a couple of them jump; towards the end of the two hours they didn’t jump anymore, even though we begged them to) and incredibly fast. Every time we spotted some of them, the boats would race towards them and by the time they arrived, the dolphins would have left the spot. Almost as if we were playing ‘tag’ and we were always it. One of my sisters even likened it to Scotland Yard, with Mister X not having to show himself all that much. The two hours were up and we headed back to the hotel, tired but happy. Dolphins really are fun.
Europe follows us around everywhere, by the way. Did you know you could find an Indonesian Versailles here? I didn’t. Looked fabulous, though. The food we could get there was great as well, which only helps the entire happiness-thing. We also visited for the first ever a Bounty-beach: white sand (mostly), beautiful water (very blue indeed), lots of pushy people who wanted us to sit in their chairs and drink their drinks (we respectfully declined). It was nice.
We also went snorkeling, which -I must confess- was less wonderful. Apparently, I’m not a natural snorkel-girl and am not very interested in becoming one either. The water was too rough for my tastes, the fish looked icky (yes, I know I’m a grown-up, but I don’t necessarily have to behave like one) and the paradise-feeling wasn’t quite what I thought it would be. Luckily, I saw a get-out-of-jail-free card three quarters through as someone got a bit seasick (told you the water was rough) which meant I was much happier at the beach.
At long last, we arrived at the hotel in Candidasa, where we found a great restaurant with wonderful seatings and lots of mosquitoes and gekkos. Lots of rain and wind predicted for tonight, so we’ll just get ourselves locked up into the rooms. After eating the moelleux, obviously.