Because we weren't hot, sweaty or excited enough from being at Turtle Island in the hot, hot sun, we decided to have dinner on the beach so we could release the turtles.
However, we arrived way in advance of our turtles, so we splashed around in the ocean, which felt AMAZING.
"I (heart) Bali"
However, we arrived way in advance of our turtles, so we splashed around in the ocean, which felt AMAZING.
"I (heart) Bali"
The outside of the restaurant that served us
Ocean-side dining
I LOVE THIS PHOTO!
I can't help but brag, but this is HOTT!
I can't help but brag, but this is HOTT!
Vanesha
Whee! Here we go!
Again, SUCH a hott shot!
Mmmm....
With my crazy girls
Poor Pak Agung, getting splashed
Cuuute!
William and Pak Agung
Pak Deky, Pak Agung, Blee Made, and Blee Wayang
("Pak" means "sir" or "mister" in Indonesian; "blee" is more informal and means something along the lines of the same thing, but as a "brother".)
("Pak" means "sir" or "mister" in Indonesian; "blee" is more informal and means something along the lines of the same thing, but as a "brother".)
Therrrrre go the turtles!
The last one was a bit slower than the rest.
The girls prayed over it, released it, and cried.
Good grief.
Good grief.
Here's a guy selling corn on the cob. At the beach.
That was pretty much the most awesome, and random, ever!
That was pretty much the most awesome, and random, ever!
There were Balinese dancers at the restaurant. This was the only photo I took that looks presentable for my blog; the rest are either blurry or too pixelly.
Dinner!
And, yes, I ate the fish, although the tiny bones were a pain in the butt.
And, yes, I ate the fish, although the tiny bones were a pain in the butt.
Again, I didn't want my shrimp because it still had its eyes, so Audrey used it as a finger puppet.
Copy cats!
We celebrated some March birthdays with a way-awesome tiramisu cake!
*Yeah, baby!*
