After being met at the airport we go to the tree house in Balangan. It’s night and the traffic is still busy until we get onto the smaller roads.

Then it just feels the corners go on for ever with a toot of the horn to warn other drivers that we are approaching. Anyway eventually we arrive tired but happy to be met by our host with a glass if ice cold fruit juice. The tree house ? is every bit as beautiful and special as it was online and it’s reassuring that their is a Mozzie net over the bed and it is secure.

Guess the bike lock I brought is more wasted weight to haul around.

The staff are really friendly and it feels a cross between Thailand and Nepal. It’s the Hindu temples everywhere and offerings left for the Gods that the local wildlife enjoy.

We are about 25 minute walk from the beach which is a big ? surfer spot and the sea is high energy and the beach is very steep.

I love it and play happily in the surf ? all morning. Especially pleasant as the humidity really saps the energy.

 

Slept not well, too hot and sticky. That is the downside of sleeping in a tree.

Traffic is very and mental but we hire a scooter to get about and just stay to wee side roads. Beats the hell out of walking in the heat. We turn in a car park at the beach and are stopped exiting and asked to pay. I get indignant and start to complain but he is adamant. Just pay not worth the hassle. Glad when Maggie points out it is like 20p I’m arguing over.

Next day we go to a local resort and use their pool and get a massage overlooking the ocean.

 

  

 

A wee bit spoiled I think.

There is a wedding on the cliff opposite us and I go down to the see and film a fisherman on a rock.

He is nearly washed off the rock on a number of occasions but when he comes down we have a chat.

He speaks no English and my Balinese isn’t up to scratch.

Anyway the nub of the conversation is that he is careful and its worth it as he has 8 fish in his basket.

The day ends with a massage overlooking the water.

 

So tomorrow it is Ubud.