It's almost a week since our last blog, plenty of catching up to do, and I have the bloody misfortune to be doing it in a dark internet caff with a black keyboard. So don't be surprised if the typing goes a nit idd un places.
Blimey, where to begin? Cheerio Davie, he goes off to Flores (perhaps, he never actually told us in the end! He could be lap dancing in Kuta for all we know (ugh, away with you, nasty image) and we go back to Bali. I fall gravely ill for a day or two, feeling off-colour and slightly off my food. Coupled with my deafness on the right side, I'm all vulnerable and bu the time we've got oop north (of Bali), Tash has turned this to her advantage by getting me to part with wads for a stay in a top of the range pad. Ahhh actually I bloody needed it...
Anyhow, the beach in Lovina - toilet. The backdrop - mmmm, gorgeous. We hire a motorbike and go off into the lush forested hills. Tash greets the screaming schoolkiddies as they wave like mad uns at us - hope it was all polite wot they were saying?! We followed directions to a waterfall, but it turned out to be a horizontal type of waterfall i.e. a stream. Hmmmm....
We also got to do some bloody amazing snorkeling in the national park, with all manner of colourful denizens of the deep dancing around for our delight. Big uns, small uns, multi-coloured uns, massive sponges, intact coral... I'm sure they all have names, but I'm a bird expert and there was neither sight nor sound of feathered friends down there. Anyhow, twas the best snorkel of the trip.
Lovina is famous for its dolphins. Hundreds of the things infest the seas around there, and so it was with great excitement that we got up at the unearthly hour of 5.45am to meet up with Flipper and his super-IQ pals. We waited on the beach for the guests accompanying us on this trip to arrive. And waited. And waited. And sodding waited. It's 6.40am when Capn' Birds Eye realises that there's been 'a mix up' and that we are, in fact, the only people on this trip. We zoom out to the dolphin zone, passing all the other boats as they're coming back in. Tash's ears are a-steaming with anger. We see 3 dolphins. From a distance. The poor blighters are chased hither and thither by the other boats so we can 'get a better look' - presumably tourists want to see bits of fin and beak being chopped up by propellers!
Then it's off to Kuta. We can't find a room, it's hectic, we're hot, we're bothered, so we give it the finger straight away and go to Ubud. Tash splashes out AGAIN on a plush pad, and I leave her to find an affordable hovel - if I can't swim with dolphins, then I'll scurry with rats instead!
Matt
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