Padang Bai : a port mainly used for travelers to get to Lombok. Clear turquoise water, very popular for snorkeling and diving.Another hour or so, we reached Tirtagangga, the best surviving Bali royal water palace.
Around the water palace, Zara was fascinated with all the sculptures, especially the ones in animal forms
Zara very happy to be 'free' and not confined in her carrier or the car
Rice fields at the foot of Gunung Agong, seen here with its peak shielded by the cloudsWe made another short stop at Candi Dasa, a small coastal town for coffee.
I love these photos. Zara was very chatty and was talking to me, while Daddy took these shots
It was then another 3hrs drive back down to the South. We got off at Kuta and did some shopping and had our dinner there. DVDs were going for USD1, I bought 10 Barney DVDs for Zara, and 2 sets of clothing. I'd gone past the phase of buying attractive handicrafts which I'd no used for. If I don't see a use for it, I don't buy it, it helps with the pocket. In the night, Zara slept soundly, while Daddy and I watched Four Weddings and A Funeral on DVD. (Ellie's had an extensive selection of DVDs for loan, and each room is provided with a DVD player.) It was a very long day, to be confined in the car most of the time from 10am to 7pm to see scenaries like this, I thought it wasn't worthwhile. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zara's moments in Bali We brought along Zara's comfort softie, Mr Blue to Bali, but unfortunately, it got lost in KLIA before we took off. Guess who became Zara's comfort object? Me! She's always saying : "Mita Boo, where you(where are you)?" followed by "Want suck suck Mummy's breast." (her exact words, no kidding! And her pronunciation for "Breast" is perfect!) "Want drink milk milk." And she continued to mumble, "Don't want Daddy's breast. Don't have milk." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She didn't have any bowel movements the day we did the traveling, I was getting a bit worried. Then she surprised me while we were having tea at the cafe in Candi Dasa by holding my hand and telling me suddenly, "Mummy (in a sweet tone), poo poo oh-di (already). Change dar-per (diaper) pis (please). Smeh-wee(smelly)." in one breath. Since then, she's telling us to "Change dar-per" every time she does her poop. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I think I'd been telling her she can't do this and that too often. One day during the trip, while we were getting ready to go out, she was singing (tuneless but I know she's singing) her own invented song. She sang and swayed, "Ten-not (Cannot) Ten-not Do Do Do. Ten-not Ten-not Do Do Do." It was a jaw dropping moment for us, followed by lots of laughing.