We left Ubud and traveled to Amed which is a small fishing village on the north side of the island. The drive was about 3 hours and very windy. Everyone seemed relieved to finally be out of the car. We stayed at the Hidden Paradise Cottages. The rooms were OK. They are older buildings made from brick and painted over. That and the tinted windows reminded me of late 70's American subdivisions, not really a good thing. So we spent lots of time at the pool and the snorkeling was pretty amazing right offshore. I don't want it to sound like I didn't have a good time, Ahmed was a very cool place and the HPC were just not up to the same level as our amazing places in other parts. Here are some pics:
One of the last pictures with Geo in wings, that's right Geo learned to swim solo in this very pool.
Rented a scooter and did as the Balinese. We got the whole family on it and explored the local area. There is something magic about a two wheeled vehicle. You are in it, not insulated from it. Your field of view is where ever you turn your head. And the best? The intimacy of it all. My wife is right behind me arms wrapped around me. It is like the intimacy of the bench seat in the huge early American cars. Slide on over baby. Only difference is that you are not carrying around all that pointless Detroit steel. Just the bare minimum of material and displacement to get to where you need to go. The gas mileage you ask? Well lets just say that it doesn't even matter. I could not have emptied the tank during the short time we were here.
This is the result of Lola wearing goggles all day. She had this bad habit of pushing her goggles into her her face to create a vacuum so that her goggles were sealed. All marks were gone quickly but it looked so bad for a bit.
Walking down the beach to dinner.
Enjoying my best purchase in Bali, my 22 ounce Bin Tang beer cozy. Never drinking ever warming beer again, that is my mission!
Rented a scooter and did as the Balinese. We got the whole family on it and explored the local area. There is something magic about a two wheeled vehicle. You are in it, not insulated from it. Your field of view is where ever you turn your head. And the best? The intimacy of it all. My wife is right behind me arms wrapped around me. It is like the intimacy of the bench seat in the huge early American cars. Slide on over baby. Only difference is that you are not carrying around all that pointless Detroit steel. Just the bare minimum of material and displacement to get to where you need to go. The gas mileage you ask? Well lets just say that it doesn't even matter. I could not have emptied the tank during the short time we were here.
Drinks out on our scooter excursion. Lola slamming a banana smoothy.
That was it, back to Dhaka and our home sweet home!
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