The Legend of Bagger Vance

We have clouds too! What makes this photo marginally more interesting is you can just make out a woman mooning at our wind turbine (supply your own caption).

In order to apply for new visas we have to make the trip into Singaraja, a whole hour away! Singa means tiger and Raja means king - which is nice, although you could argue that Singaraja is to Bali as Basingstoke is to Hampshire. Slight problem that I'm teaching a course and wifey is stand-in guide as the real one is at another ceremony. So we both have to go for a dive first, freshen up and put long trousers/lipstick on all before 10am ready for the now waiting driver to charge for an hour into Singaraja, present ourselves for photo & fingerprints, charge back with a short stop at the supermarket in Seririt (cornflakes & yoghurt unobtainable locally), change back into skimpies and be on the 2 o'clock boat for the second dive. Phew!
Luckily this goes off without incident, we don't mow down any livestock/schoolkids/pensioners, we almost run out of fuel but the driver remembers to put diesel in instead of petrol, the 5 way traffic lights in Lovina are in our favour and it doesn't rain. Immigration are expecting us and we just swan in do the business and swan out again.

Imagine if you will a monster Christmas Turkey. It is now mid February and you're not sure if you can be bothered to pick it over one more time. Now replace the word 'Turkey' with the word 'Cuttlefish' and see what you can turn it into. Cuttlefish hash, Cuttlefish on toast, Cuttlefish thermidor washed down by a lightly fermented iced Cuttlefish broth - Oooh! the bubbles tickle my nose.

Speaking of fizzy drinks, I know you put lime in a Corona, and we often do things nearly the same but slightly different here, although I'm not sure Amanda was too impressed with the Bintang & lettuce floater I conjured up the other night. Note to self: cool the beer glasses upside-down in the fridge.

What is it with flip-flops? Everyone here wears them, I've tried but I kick them off with every step (usually somewhere stupid like up a tree or in a storm drain or at the feet of a wild animal with big teeth so I'm standing there on one leg wondering how best to climb swim run proceed).  I've seen other men wearing them so I know it's possible, Amanda tells me it's easy - a monkey could do it - maybe I descended from the branch of apes without prehensile feet.

A tree fell down, it's mango season, the internet is back, everything in the garden is lovely.

The title is for no other reason than I've just seen a bag full of ants.