The sun came out this afternoon so we jumped on the scooter for a short trip outside the compound. We weren't the only ones with this bright idea; the tiny cove at Padang Padang was sprawled with bodies, the white ones in the sun and the brown skinned Indonesian ones in the shade. Coming from a sweet life of clean and empty Aussie beaches, the public holiday scene here wasn't pretty and left us feeling a sense of impending doom about our planet.
In contrast, the shaded mossy track into Impossibles was empty and we were able to scramble over the rocks and explore the deserted shacks in peace. The way I imagine Bali was before my time.