For our last (sort of) day in Bali, we decided to go to uluwatu temple, made of dark stone stairs wrapped around the cliff, with a beautiful view of the blue planet below us. It was dougie's first experience of the monkeys of ubud, mischievous little things that stole the sunglasses from tourists, and Molly's catbus from Japan off our back pack. Wrapped in purple sarongs and orange sashes, we climbed the steps to the peak, and looked out at the rocks and the water that seemed as if they connected all the way back home to England.
After the temple, we took a long walk to Uluwatu beach, where a colourful ship wreck met us on the shore, and went for a dip in the rough choppy sea. Having smothered dougie in so much sun cream he looked like a snow man, we lay on the beach for a few hours in wait of the sunset. And when six o'clock finally arrived, it was exactly what I had hoped for. I took dougie's hand, and we walked right up to the edge of the shore, watching the orange sun fade below the horizon as the surf lapped around our ankles.
Having seen the kind of beautiful sunset I have been waiting all of travelling for, I had a really warm contented feeling as we headed home. This only increased when we got back to the hotel and ordered dinner, which came in the shape of chicken and roasted potato bites in thick gravy. So good to have something that reminded me of home, and fulfilled the cravings that never really go.
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