The day started off with a good 5.30am-wake-up call. The inn staff had planned for us a little morning stroll through the paddy fields in the hills to see how the process of planting long green leaves into muddy water results in steaming white fluffy beads appearing on our dinner plates.

We kept walking and walking and walking and walking and walking as if we were going to fall off one of the edges of the planet. All we could see was just green grass, green fields, green trees, green-ish scarecrows, green mountains and more green grass. The green-ness was so saturated around us, we felt like we were part of nature.

The Ents... must go... to warrrr

Well, we WERE bored, considering that the guide was only talking to my parents and Ken, leaving koko and I behind.

Well, yea, because we were taking pictures. But... we WERE bored.

After a 2-hour hike around the hills, we spotted civilization and endedo our journey at a backalley, just around the corner from the inn. When my dad asked "so where do we pay?", the guide turned around and said briefly"oh, you can pay at the reception counter."

After a second, he slowed his pace, aligning with my dad's. And he said in a softer tone

"or you can pay direct to me."

LIKE OMGWTFBBQ!?!?!?!

Did our bribery crisis originate from the Indonesians?!?!

Nola it was only that guide.

Here's some architechtural candy.

For my dear old architecture students in Melbourne.

And in support of my royalty-demanding organization.

While we were hiking back to the bungalows, I noticed that all the vehicles in this region had the abbreviation DK on their number plates.

I mean, they have it on busses,

on vans,

on SUVs,

even on motorcycles,

and of course, on their sporty cars.

WOW.

could it be that... DK stands for...

DRIFT KING?

maybe thats where drifting originated too. And they probably suposed to make the Fast and Furious 3 movie in Bali, but the Japanese thought that they were cool enough to dominate such industries.

She looks Balinese, doesn't she.

After a little shopping around town, We headed to the Ritz Carlton Hotel which was a very long drive, to meet ChrisWong and LuXanne who were coincidentally in Bali with us. Woh. Lemme tell you about Ritz Carlton.

It's this... giant... two-thousand-acre piece of land with everything on it. From a lobby the size of a tapak perhimpunan, to at least a hundred hallways of room doors, to posh toilets.

Speaking of posh toilets.

This has just got to be the most wonderful toilet i've seen for 18 years.

The lighting is like in a grand ballroom. roses on the table, expensive-looking torch lamps, wooden cupboards and drwaers beneath the tabletop...

HOW BOUT THESE?!?! They have bloody solid marble-tiled urinal dividers. I mean, who the heck would want to invade another's privacy by smashing through the divider, until they had to use MARBLE for protection. Might as well hire Marble-Armored Guards in the toilet for such purposes.

Anywaaayyy.

I found this... disturbing bowl of... towels on the sink table. I didn't quite understand something.

WHO WOULD USE... one.. two.. three.. four.. TEN ROLLS OF FRESH FACE TOWELS IN A PUBLIC TOILET?!

These Balinese people must have really delicate skin.

We headed down from the reception to the beach area. And for the Ritz Carlton, I must say that their definition of resort is satisfactorily self-explanatory.

It's the new craze.

Today wasn't that exciting. Much of it was on the road, back an forth, to and fro. Or maybe I just can't find my nice pics. =(

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