Yesterday completed our 5 month Balinese time warp. It took eating the same breakfast in the same hotel with the same irrepresible two small people to feel like the circle had been completed. This may, in part, be because Egg has been going on about the breakfast at this hotel almost daily since we left. And so it was with a building sense of anticipation that we dragged ourselves out of the first real airconditioning we’ve had since leaving here last May, and down to the poolside breakfast room that offers such Egg-friendly fayre (as we were to discover, precious few other places would meet these exacting standards).
Prior to this, we spent a week at with ‘Uncle Timmy’ and ‘Auntie Brenda’ across town in the shadow of the Menara KL. Theirs is a lovely, spacious flat, in a great part of town. We thoroughly enjoyed our time there, although we might have been just a little on edge owing to the unpredictable playing habits of two energetic boys under six. Still, it was great to catch up with Tim, who was our first first flatmate(and BFF) after we got married in 1996, as it was to meet Brenda and get a my ass whipped in squash (although yesterday’s rematch has us back at evens, and me staggering around on stiff legs and groaning like Homer’s dad)
Continued visa wrangling looks to be the forecast for the rest of this week, then we will be back on Goan service with Uncle Chancey from Friday. bing bong!
Three Imaginary Boys wreak havoc with one hose (called the Bum Blaster, apparently)
Tash sporting the latest Two Ringgit timepiece chic
Uncle Timbo and his skyline.
One of these three kids still finds Toy Story amusing
Caught wet-handed
Water fighting is exhausting work
The deep sleep of the very naughty
My new camera has smile recognition.
struck dumb by my first pint of real guinness in eight months
LIght beer in smaller portions is clearly the way forward.
Straight down the middle
First bath in five months.
man consumed by roving pastries
(i would never have imagined such a thing as a breadmobile existed, let alone discover that they varied by country)
petrol station. petrol towers.
the modern monk
Menara KL in a reflective mood
in hindsight (ahem), ten pin bowling is not the most sensible day out for the 4 to 6 crowd…