eight o'clock it's time to get up for breakfast nasigoreng (fried rice, so it looks like crap but that is to be tested) and Balinese coffee, I'm careful not to finish it best not to stay with that pleasant in the mouth taste of cat litter (the draw here by putting two tablespoons of ground coffee into the cup and above the hot water, you know that you finish the last sip can ruin the whole day), shower, bike and I'll get that Linda is in regular delay.
went on a tour of the island, we pass through rice fields, woods and a couple of lakes, zizzagando among the thousands of motorbikes that we encounter. A pleasant ride taking a little 'fresh.
We end the visit with a Muslim orphanage where my friend often makes donations. The village is difficult to reach, off the main road but after a while we arrive at the destination. Upon our arrival
boys emerge from every corner to see who has arrived. Across the island there are about 300 big bikes and almost all in Kuta, said that imagine the expressions of the kids when they saw us arrive. After the classic stampede of laughter and shouting every time I approached a group of enterprising approach and decided to start to play and communicate more with gestures than words behind the most timid to approach that does not have any intention. Tick \u200b\u200bIndonesian-English vocabulary and the largest of the boys began to talk to me translating for the little ones asking around, we spend so more than three hours laughing and playing. Finished pleasantries with the head of the orphanage also Linda joins me in that now that is uncontrollable chaos. Two girls absolutely want to show us their dance, Linda is a little angry, every time I came not have ever given all the attention ... (when you are too good ...).
We have fun like crazy one day really wonderful.
went on a tour of the island, we pass through rice fields, woods and a couple of lakes, zizzagando among the thousands of motorbikes that we encounter. A pleasant ride taking a little 'fresh.
We end the visit with a Muslim orphanage where my friend often makes donations. The village is difficult to reach, off the main road but after a while we arrive at the destination. Upon our arrival
boys emerge from every corner to see who has arrived. Across the island there are about 300 big bikes and almost all in Kuta, said that imagine the expressions of the kids when they saw us arrive. After the classic stampede of laughter and shouting every time I approached a group of enterprising approach and decided to start to play and communicate more with gestures than words behind the most timid to approach that does not have any intention. Tick \u200b\u200bIndonesian-English vocabulary and the largest of the boys began to talk to me translating for the little ones asking around, we spend so more than three hours laughing and playing. Finished pleasantries with the head of the orphanage also Linda joins me in that now that is uncontrollable chaos. Two girls absolutely want to show us their dance, Linda is a little angry, every time I came not have ever given all the attention ... (when you are too good ...).
We have fun like crazy one day really wonderful.
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