We’re back from our trip – got back about 5:30 this afternoon. We had a great trip, but were both beat when we got back. Thao headed home to her place and I am about to go to bed myself as soon as I finish this post. Here are some photos and commentary:
Thao in the Singapore airport on our way to Bali:
We had a few hours to kill on our layover in Singapore, so we took a cab into the city and ate lunch at a Hawker Center – kind of like a food court with all different kinds of food in one location. Apparently they are famous in Singapore.
Checking out the beach behind our hotel in Bali:
Some Vietnamese-style posing:
After dinner on Christmas eve, we went to the lobby of our hotel to hear an Indonesian choir singing Christmas carols. Most of the seats were taken, but there was this one big wooden chair in front of the Christmas tree that was still empty, so I sat in that and Thao sat on my lap:
[Note the big purple saurian looming over my right shoulder.]
Anyway, after we sat there for a few minutes, a woman came up with an Indonesian Santa Claus in tow and asked me “Can Santa have his seat?” We had no idea we were sitting in Santa’s seat!
The beach behind our hotel was nice, but there were no waves. There is a reef kind of far out, and you could see the waves breaking out there, but it was like a pool up on the beach where we were:
Thao loved it. I was kind of bored by it after a while.
Thao at Kuta Beach on Christmas day:
We stopped for cocktails – I had a margarita and Thao had a sex on the beach:
You may want to get any kids out of the room before you look at these next pictures, because they give you a good indication of what was going on in our bedroom:
Poor Thao still hasn’t figured out my trick with the mirror in the background:
You can’t really make out these photos very well because it was dark when I took them, but this is some type of Komodo Dragon lizard-ish thing that lived around the lily pond where we had breakfast every morning. Earlier that day we had seen him snatch a pretty good-sized fish (photos of the fish are below) out of the pond and drag it off into the bushes. We asked the Indonesians what it was called, and they said an “aloo”. The words for be careful in Indonesian are “hati hati” so for the rest of our trip we would tell each other to hati hati aloo. I’ve got a video of him stalking around the pond that I’ll put up later:
At happy hour:
At breakfast the next morning – my favorite Indonesian fruit called a “salat” – I have no idea if the spelling is correct but that’s how it sounded. You peel the scaly skin off and inside is a yellow fruit that is delicious – I don’t know what to compare it to:
The Aloo’s lair:
Seeing if my new palm-print shirt works as camouflage:
On our balcony:
Somebody’s going to get hurt:
Back to the beach:
My other tropical print shirt:
The best dessert I’ve ever eaten:
Our last meal in Bali at a seafood restaurant on the beach:
Having a sushi lunch in Singapore:
Messing with Thao’s swimming cap:
At our hotel in Singapore:
Out to dinner – our last dinner of our trip:
Thao’s first ride ever on a subway or train:
That’s all I’ve got.