Time out in Bali

Our nice room in Grand Mirage
Nusa Dua- Bali. 

Here is a photo of our really nice room as we walked in on Wednesday night after the flight. Its hilarious, the bed is so big! We went from the tiny campervan bed which was a little bigger than a king single but smaller than a double. You had to do synchronised sleeping - everyone roll this way etc or someone nearly fell out. Now I have to write Greg a postcard to invite him over for a snuggle!

Actually we have never had an overseas holiday where we have already been before. Its quite different. Normally we are doing tours and seeing things and really busy but this time we have seen the temples, the monkeys, the sunset temple, the rice paddies, cities and all that so don’t have to do it again. Greg needed a sit down holiday and so we don’t feel one bit guilty not busting our butt to see it all. To my surprise I can’t even be bothered shopping. Well having no money is a kind of incentive and my only purchases have been to acquire a big floppy bali beach dress to pop over swimmers as I didn’t own one, drinking water, soda water and tonic water. Oh and sunscreen as I only had a 1 litre pump pack at home (heavy)

Poolside looking toward the dining area and swim up bar

We have happy hour on our little balcony every afternoon. It saves heaps as we bought our duty free spirits before leaving Sydney and now we just buy mixers from the convenience store. A gin and tonic at the motel is $14. A can of mixer about $1. We also buy some really bad for you crisps – this is because biscuits and cheese are in short supply. We also get out the laptop (yuppies yes I know) and put our music on. Music,  warm weather, drinks, people to watch and my lovely Greg – wish I never had to come home.

The deep end of the pool

Whilst doing our people watching which includes a glimpse of the pool, every afternoon a young Chinese boy wheels his Grandpa down from their room in a  very squeaky wheelchair. Parks him poolside and proceeds to have the best time in the pool with a couple of foam boogie boards. The kid would be 10 at best and skinny as a rake and how he manoeuvres pa in the wheelchair is a feat of strength. The wheelchair is one of those old fashioned chrome and blue ones you get from the hospital which weigh a ton, hard to push and hate changing direction. However, every afternoon about 4.30 when most of the other people are hopping out of the pool, squeekety squeek it’s the kid with Pa.

Our secret room- you can
see our door its the one
on the ground floor
 furterest away

Pa sits by the pool – hopefully with the brakes on in his wheelchair and must give advice to the boy who tries different things to stand on his boards. He piles all 3 up and tries to get to stand on them. Sometimes balancing for about 10 before he falls off. The pool is really deep too so he can obviously swim well. Anyway an hour and a half of doing this interjected with hopping out and trying to do a big bomb to jump back in, its time to wheel Pa back home. Makes us tired just watching the energy of this kid but its so heart warming to see this little boy and his Pa having such a nice time on their own.

Our room is tucked away from the beach but we can still see it – so long as you are not long sighted/ short sighted – whatever it is that you can’t see things way over there. We have a birds eye view of the man who is in charge of the beach towels. Many people who collect their towels or drop them off see us having our happy hour and either wave, scow or walk away bemused. Maybe they didn’t cotton on to supply your own grog saves you a fortune.