This was our breakfast view for a few days.
And the hotel played Jon Bon Jovi, loudly, which I found so disconcerting that I almost became normal and screamed at the staff to switch off that f***ing noise. I didn't because, luckily, I discovered that they had a cassette of local gamelan dedung music which provided the appropriate meditative wake up.
And the sound of the sea is so soothing that we all slept for much longer than we do here. I'd also forgotten the pleasures of reading good fiction, my choice being The Business by Iain Banks ~ a nice book and a really good read. One for lazy summer afternoons.
It was good, too, being almost divorced from the outside world.
Almost, until we visited the local fish market and saw these sharks losing their fins to Chinese gourmandisers.
Almost, until we came across this recently felled mahogany tree in the local nature reserve. The sawdust was dry.
Our Kid and I got lost in the jungle so our ramble took a couple of hours longer than anticipated. Another day we also walked the 2½ kilometres into the hills to the hot springs.
We decided to also walk back so we could take a picture of the scenic route and garbage dump.
So our legs ached, but no matter. There was always a refreshing drink to be had.
*My title is from an article about Wyatting (vb) which you may find of interest.
