The perqs that came with my room included breakfast, snacks and drinks all day, and a 2 hour happy hour every evening. The setting was fabulous, the Balineasian workers unfailingly polite and helpful, and the food was wonderful. The pink and white water lillies were blooming, and every morning they lighted incense in the basket of mixed flowers. I asked what kind of incense it was because I liked the smell so much, and they brought me a sample of Frangipani. I tried my best to get some of the same, but I could not find any. One evening I watched an alligator step out of the water, climb a retaining wall, slip into the grass, and minutes later do the reverse. I thought I had seen his head the first night while the birds and frogs were shrieking at him, but I was truly convinced of his presence after I saw him walk under one of tables on the terrace.
My last walk on Saturday morning I took a terrible fall on the brick walk trying to avoid an Indian man and his daughter while, unbeknowst to me, a crazy bicyclist came up behind me without ringing his bell. The Indian man told me I needed to be more careful...if I hadn't been bleeding profusely, I think I might have punched him out! Restaurant people helped me stop the bleeding, and I walked the two miles back to my room feeling sorry for myself. I remember telling all the Hindu gods I passed thank you for only blood and bruises...and thankfully no broken bones. I am a sorry, sore mess today, but glad to be home in one piece. And just think: I have a souvenir scar from Bali! Next up is Hawaii...and I started my final packing today!
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