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Alt Text in Bali.
Gecko.
Tourist pretends to enjoy watching natives pretending to do something that matters to them. No one says a thing.
Cara feeding a foetus. 'Harry' died 15 minutes later from a blood clot.
Before, the bat was drinking fanta.
Here a man tried to rip us off and LEAD US INTO AN ENDLESS MAZE!
Layered rice paties. The farmer here demanded payment for the photo and his smiling.
Cara, I, and family enjoying drinks overlooking the temple (photo below this one). As you can see the coconuts were not ripe and the spoons were only there for show.
A temple built above a fresh water spring a few meters from the sea.
The Royal Temple's gateway.
Cara, Amy, Kevin, Colleen, royal temple. I really can't explain why I took so many photos here. It was neglected and rubbish was everywhere.
Not shown here are the packet of crisps floating nearby. Nearby... in the royal temple.
Because of the fuss (and advertising) I had thought I would atleast get a look into the volcano but this was as close as we got. Man, what a gip.
There were two monkey forests, the good one and the bad one. I think this photo is from the bad one where monkeys would climb your body to get the banana until you threw it away in terror.
The Hotel's Pool.
Although no natives wear beads in their hair there are many tourists that do. Here at the airport we have a frizzy red-head returning home to Australia. In Kuta there was an elderly woman with short matted hair on top and greasy lengths at the back. The back was beaded. Until you see a beaded mullet you can't say you've been to Bali.

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