Bali was never on my list of places to go. Growing up in Australia, Bali was where the lager louts and bogans went for their corn roll braid holidays. Sort of like what the trashy Ibiza party crowd is to the English. But as I’ve learned over the last year to never say never. We are here for my Dear Kinder Friend’s wedding and I’m loving being in the heat and mess and smell of Indonesia. Having crowd sourced the decision to stay in a gorgeous villa with a private pool, we find ourselves amongst old friends. Over 25 years and still recognizable. Connections renewed, it is now time to play.
A view from the top
Heading off to explore
Loving the sights and smells
And sounds and the craziness
May be a killer in more ways than one
What would Kentucky think?
Traditional breakfast with an old family friend
Love checking out the local supermarket
You never know what you will find
Not surprising we got lost finding the villa last night
Going for the mini me camouflage look
Meeting up at Finns Bar
A long way down for a cocktail on the beach
Thank goodness for the mechanical intervention
Quick selfie plus one
Perfectly timed around the torrential storm
Maybe the crab ran off with English Hubby’s fitbit
Big hugs from a Starr
Not your average night in Bali
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