Time for the kids to scrape their things off the floor aka packing, a sad farewell to the pool and amazingly light traffic sees us by Ubud dropping off our bags at next villa at 10.30 am. It's a couple of kms out of town located in what was obviously until fairly recently a rice paddy field. Villas, it would seem, are a higher yielding crop than rice and I have a fleeting moment of discomfort at the tourism inspired loss of the beautiful terraced landscape until I remember the paddy fields had replaced the native bush in the first place. Wonder what will come after villas?Back in town for the most overpriced meal to date in a place with a lillypond and Balinese version of Nouveau Cusine. Walk along a long street of tourist shops and taksi drivers before reaching solitude of Tjamphung hotel set on terraced ravine above a river where you can pay to use its spa which nestles in a gargoyle encrusted rock overhang by the river.
Hot pool, cold pool sauna and steam rooms. Then a traditional
1 hr massage for John which was incredibly painful to the point that maybe the therapist was taking the pi**. Wouldn't blame him, can't be much fun rubbing down fat tourists all day.
Escape to next door macrobiotic veggie restaurant. You leave your shoes at the door and they give you a number. Perhaps a gang of footwear thieves operate in the neighbourhood? Anyway, Toni vvvv happy as she drinks some green sludge. John has fresh juice and organic wrap as he is still in too much shock from massage to read menu properly.
Walk back to town centre, taksi back to villa and all decide we are too tired to watch traditional dance show. Best seen on U Tube and you can fast forward through the boring bits. Early night.
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