The plane journey was interesting. The world’s smallest aircraft. The propellers looked like they weren’t spinning fast enough.
It feels good to be back in Ubud. I didn’t get ripped off by the cab driver when i exited the airport and to top it off, I actually managed to direct him straight to where I was staying, having only done the route once. When I arrived back at the pension, they greeted me like a family member,
“Welcome home,” is what they said. Bless!
The drive to Ubud takes you along fields of rice as well as lovely green hills and then you hit temple central and all the statues you can imagine of every size and made of every material.
Today was spent soaking up the atmosphere. Getting a massage, shopping for presents, browsing the craft shops (some scarey looking masks in some!) and booking a Balinese cookery course. It’s one day and it starts early at the market tomorrow where we are talked through the ingredients and spices before heading to the kitchen. I am thrilled to bits to be doing this.
I plan to take a long walk after my class through Monkey Forest and gawp at the macaques there. It’s my last full day here in Bali tomorrow before I pack up and jet off to Singapore