We've hung up our speedos, thrown away our bucket and spades and taken a bus into the interior of Bali.  The pace of life in Kuta with all its clubs and cabarets has worn us out so we're now relaxing with non-alcoholic cocktails and a good book in Ubud.  I will spend the next few days hiding under a banana tree beating myself with an aloe vera leaf as my skin is very burnt peeling and bleeding from all the scorching sun, sea and sand. 

Our apartment overlooks a small river and the jungle and is by far the best place we have stayed throughout our whole trip.  There are many deathly mosquitos knocking about here but thankfully we still haven't run out of the vast supplies of anti-mozzie spray that Mary bought for her two week vacation in South Africa.    It is an extremely cultural place here with coffee shops, art galleries and many gamelan and Balinese dance performances of joy.  We went for a walk earlier and I was attacked by a very cheeky monkey who was after my banana, he jumped on my head as I was posing for the camera and wouldn't let go.  Caine got a hilarious shot out of it but I was very annoyed as it well messed up my barnet.