Phew! He Can Fart!

Seriously. It was a happy moment when Ry let out a little toot. The sound meant there was no follow through... no more risk of a 'shart.' I, on the other hand, am having to make sure I don't make any 'bubbles' in the pool. Could make for a very dangerous, embarrassing situation.

Last night we went to a Balinese dance. It was actually great, despite the fact that we had to listen to Balinese music (it's starting to become quite taxing). The performance doesn't usually happen on a (here's where I pretend to know what day it is...) Thursday but some rich dude that arrived here yesterday realized he missed it an hired them all to come back. The pictures are terrible and of course, we left the good camera in the room, which seems to be a theme this trip but it will give you a bit of an idea.
After the show, Ry's stomach was still a bit wonky so we went to the room and had dinner there. I had a sandwich and he had ice-cream. It's the only thing he could think of that didn't make him want to wretch. It was beautiful once we got there. They had the lightening set perfectly and had candles surrounding the pool.
Since Ryan was whistlin' Dixie out of his ass this morning, we went for breakfast and headed down to the beach where we spent the entire day. It was bliss. There are a few 'bales' right down at the water where you can basically get waited on hand and foot and there is no requirement to move. Not great for the waistline but I can worry about that when I get home. Apart from a quick walk down the beach, it was lounging, glamour lunch, reading (even Ryan), and snoozing.
The hike back up wasn't as fun but we forced ourselves. We were about to call for a buggy and realized we were being tailed by senior citizens. Motivating, to say the least.
We both managed, somewhere in the last couple of days, to completely fry ourselves. My skin colour went from 'Winterscape'... you know, frosty white with occasional flecks of blue, LOBSTER. I made sure I was in the shade at all times but didn't account for sun reflecting off of water, or something. I can hardly stand the laptop anywhere near my stomach because the heat is enough to send me through the roof.

Tomorrow we leave for the airport. I think we're both ready to go. It's been total heaven but all of my bras don't fit and it's time to reign it in. We've got a long haul ahead of us. Bali to Singapore to Seoul to Vancouver. We've got tomorrow morning and 12 hours in Seoul so I'm sure we'll do another blog posting before we get home.