We haven't even been to the official sacred forest yet and we've already seen many monkeys. And they were quite cheeky.
It wasn't exactly planned this way but each new country has been progressively more spicy (with the food to match).
Fiji: MildNew Zealand: Mild
Australia: Mild
Singapore: Mild
Indonesia: Medium
As soon as we got off the plane in Denpasar, we realized that things were going to be a little more hectic from this point forward. The path from the terminal to the exit was a gauntlet of cash only entry visas and offers of "hotel?" or "taksi?" Hello, developing nation.
After arriving at our Kuta hotel late in the evening, I headed straight for the pool and had a banana milkshake at the swim-up bar. It was the perfect antidote to the hostile sweaty mess of the airport.
We weren't keen to linger in Kuta (not much on offer besides fast food joints and a rubbish-laden beach) so we flew to Lombok the next day for a mere $38.00. This was more like it. Our taxi zoomed past rice paddies, old mosques, and not a single KFC. Our hotel, Puri Mas, was fabulous - certainly one of the nicest places we've stayed on the trip so far. The private bungalow was gorgeous, the food was fresh and fabulous, the service was incredible, and don't even get Susan started on the welcome drink. I broke my sunglasses and they actually went to the store to buy me some superglue. C'mon.

After a day spent exploring the Puri Mas Village (a sister resort to ours) and their assortment of exotic animals, we arranged a diving trip to the Gili islands. We set out early the next day with our cutie-pie guide named Win. The boat was no Ocean Quest and the gear was a bit funky but the diving was superb. We saw several reef sharks and two very large hawksbill turtles. It was our first experience with "drift diving" which is actually quite lovely once you accept the fact that you're not going to be able to linger with the cool lionfish that you've just spotted under a coral shelf. Just let him go - there will be others.
We spent a few very quiet nights on Gili Air, punctuated with a night spent watching the worst James Bond movie ever, License to Kill. I've always defended Timothy Dalton but it's over between us after that steaming pile of poo.
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