Transport, transport, you want transport?????

Hi again. We're chilling out in Candidasa in East Bali. Our pool is as big as a lake and we swam with monkeys hanging in the branches of the frangiapani tree overhead this morning. Amazing. All morning, they run and chase, swing and munch mangos from the magnificent tree near our bungalow, reminding you exactly why they do call it monkey business.

Other things we have seen and observed:

*A platoon of tiny ninjas practicing martial arts on Seminyak beach, wearing their black karate outfits with little red sashes. Boys of just 6 or 8, they moved in lovely flowing unison following their instructor.

*A mother, three children and two sausage plump puppies, one black, one caramel, all squeezed onto one scooter for the ride home together from Petitengnet Temple.

*Dozens of fat, shockingly sunburnt senior citizens from Germany, Holland, England and Australia trawling Sanur beach and lying commatose on sunloungers or clutching their 5th cold Bintang beer of the morning. This is why we are doing the trip now and not waiting till we reach this Moby Dick phase of life : )

*Beautiful deer like cows perched on the hill so steep, you don't understand how they do not fall off, their cow bells tinkling softly with wooden chunkiness as they chew.

*Shit happens. And when it does it falls in a black sticky blob on the floor of your room from the fat gecko that lives on the straw ceiling. Tidak apa apa - this means no worries in Indonesian.

*And finally, we have seen and heard dozens of locals (always men smoking and with sunglasses) asking us if we want transport. Transport, transport to the temple, snorkelling, rainforest, beach, or their friend's extremely expensive craft shop. No we don't want transport, but thanks for asking us hundreds of times a day. It makes the day so much more pleasant.

Check out the video of our pool below. More soon : )