Breakfast in Bali

We count the hours to departure. Arriving at 6 in the evening and leaving at 8 the next morning is just about perfect.

With wonderful symmetry, here is Ul at breakfast in Bali. In Chiang Mai he was appalled at the general hippy-ness and self-indulgence of long-term travellers. It now seems completely harmless faced with this alternative. At least Chiang Mai had a good breakfast in a lush garden. In Kuta we get sugary coffee from the mini-mart, the only place open at 8am.

The day is spent in airports, arriving wearily late in Bangkok - where Dad has just finished the second night of The Bubble and Mum arrived hours ago from South Africa. We step back to a different world.