It says in the book that the best way to deal with fake class watch sellers is to buy one and then wear it to put the other sellers off …

We’re heading north for four days.

I’m thinking of doing a day’s kite surfing in Littlehamton. We watched them at Climping the other day. It looked much better than windsurfing.

I hope you do all this surfing stuff where there are lifeguards, Also, wearing a life jacket and helm and watching out for rips and off shore winds. Remember Liv’s friend in South America who got caught out …

Good (tranquil) beach areas are supposed to be Lovina, Sanur, Jimbaran.

Samurai William was indeed a pilot. An interesting story. I need to read Shogun again.

Checking the cricket score, I was momentarily distracted by a hospital documentary where a lady who had been given penicilin by mistake and was now experiencing ‘anaphylactic shock’ got injected with adreniline and was being closely monitored to se if she would pull through. She was shaking like a leaf, and swollen all over. Most unpleasant.

How are the bumps now, Tan?

How about Johnny English? Only if it has all the extras, though!

Presumably you’re not going to buy them yet, but just before you’re about to go.

Shakespeare in love, too.

Les Visiteurs?

The extras are the key, though. Otherwise, it’s a bit pointless. For me, anyway, since I find I often prefer the extras to the film itself.

Tan, that Hotel Balisani link you put here gave a link to this forum:

www.travelforum.org/bali/main.html

Pretending to be in your position, I asked a couple of questions about ‘Malaria’ and ‘Swimming’. Slightly disconcerting answers on both counts, especially the bit about Butubelig beach, which is where your hotel is! Maybe best to stick to the swimming pool. Check it out.

We’ve been going to Climping for Mama’s refreshing sea bath pretty much daily recently. She goes in without batting an eyelid, whatever the weather, while I sit and watch, shivering in the wind. Liv’s been a couple of times, too. Yesterday, Tom was with us. I sat in the shelter of the sea wall while they pranced off for a session of ‘leaps of doom’. I watched their bobbing heads and strange, palsied shoulder twitchings as each concrete block was reached. Then, suddenly, Tom disappeared from sight. I asssumed he had prudently dropped into one of the gaps, rather than attempt a ‘leap too far’. Liv hovered around, peering downwards. Eventually, Tom reappeared, and limped back to where we were, confirming that he had, indeed, sent his leg crashing into a block of concrete with considerable force at alarming speed.