Rice terraces, rashes and random boob massages!
So I left you all at monkey forest where luckily I didn’t have my period as monkeys much like men do not like a woman on her period.
Every morning we have woken up to a beautiful sunny day, and while a friendly man cooks us an omelette and I contemplate eating the corn ‘plakes’ I instead always choose the delicious banana pancakes and fruit and look out at this view, could anyone ever tire of this.
Funny Signs have always been a favorite of mine when travelling, and sorry guys to get back to the period but seriously how hilarious is this?
So today was spent visiting a temple where we ensured we did not throw our coint into the pond.
All jokes aside, this was an unexpected and beautiful experience, visiting the Holy Spring Water Temple, where people travel to cleanse their soul when they feel they their soul had become dark.
So at the risk of jumping all over the place with this post (ah who am I kidding its how I write – especially on holiday) let’s go back to the title where yesterday we had (yet another) massage, in the most idyllic of places…..
…. One minute i was relaxed, then all of a sudden my masseuse told me to turn over, she yanked down my sarong leaving me exposed in my black paper “panties” and proceeded to massage my boobs…..
As I lay there surprised I wondered if my husband was getting his own “special” version at the bed next to me. Being the great wife that I am, I kept my eyes closed, and chanted to myself – ignorance is bliss, ignorance is bliss!
So after getting a massage a day, I can inform you that only one included an added extra boob rub.
Today we went to see a volcano and the beautiful rice terraces, and we were blown away by the beauty of Ubud.
So the rash, for a girl who loves the sun and heat so much it seems ridiculous that she would develop heat rash, but she did.
At least she hopes that is what it is, only time will tell she supposes- why she is referring to herself in third person you ask – well when you talk about a rash it just seems like the thing to do.
Away from the rash that covers my legs, stomach and back, and back to the travels, Ubud is incredible, even with its wooden penis bottle openers, door handles and statues…..
…..the beautiful simple elegant restaurants, bars and cafes….
….the rice fields and sheer natural beauty of the area.
We are now in Kuta, missing Ubud, the smiling friendly people, the quiet beauty.