It was another tea and coffee on the balcony start - the sun was shining onto the balcony of mine and Edd's room and we all sat and basked in it at 8.20am like cats. There were tea bags in a small container on our desk, so we'd added an extra one to the pot this morning to avoid the Fairy liquid (Sunlight soap) that Edd's folks had endured the morning before.

We got dressed and ready for breakfast, walking down together to sit under the trees in the shade as the sun was particularly hot this morning. We had our usual plate of fruit and Edd's folks and I had the crepe while Edd stuck to his 2 eggs any style, giving me a bite of his bacon - my hero.

We then all went back to our rooms and fetched our beach things - Edd stayed behind on the balcony and then ended up spending his free time horizontal, on the bed. I went with his folks to the beach where we soaked up some rays. It turned out Edd's mum had the same bikini as I did, just in a different colour! Great taste. Edd is definitely marrying his mum.

I went and fetched Edd at 1.30pm for lunch and had lamb skewers again, Edd's folks joined me while he had a pizza. We had an afternoon swim in the pool and then went to our rooms to freshen up, suncream, bug spray and pack a few bits - we were being collected at 3.30pm.

Our guide, called Wadi (I called him Wafiki, from the Lion King, much easier to remember), talked the entire way to the temple we were going to walk around, which took an hour and a half to get there as the traffic in Bali is something to behold, as it turns out. 4.4 million people on 1 island might have that issue.. maybe. Apparently Bali is one of 17 000 islands in Indonesia and finished building a new airport, motorway and bridge 2 years ago. He talked some more about other things, including the religions practised and languages spoken. Bali was mainly Hindu, however, and the fire dance we were going to watch at 7pm was about a Hindu story; he rabbited on about the storyline and the names of the characters, but they meant nothing to Edd and I, who knew nothing about it and were both struggling to follow what he was saying, so I had a small nap and he daydreamed out the window.

We got out of our minivan and Edd and his dad had to put on purple sarongs as their knees were exposed; his mum and I were given yellow sashes to tie around our waists. We were both wearing long trousers and shoulders were not a cardinal sin apparently, so we wore adorned as Simpsons while Edd and his dad were avatars in their purple skirts; it was very amusing.

We walked around the temple ruins for an hour, staying out of the way of the worshippers as it was full moon and therefore a special day for them. We took photos and marvelled at monkeys that were jumping around the cliff drop; we'd been advised to leave sunglasses, hats, earrings and anything that was not needed, in the car - apparently the monkeys had a nasty habit of nicking things off people, including their slip slops and we witnessed their agility as the bounced around like they were on horizontal land. Madness.

We made our way to the stage area and were seated on the right hand side, with 20 minutes to go, we all sat and watched the sunset with the temple our right hand side, situated at the edge of the cliff. It was beautiful and we had to all stop ourselves from taking too many snaps, one had a tendency to fill up memory cards of a pretty sky. It could be worse.

The show started, so we sat and read the English information leaflet to try and understand what was going on; we initially though we might be in the wrong place, as the show was slow to start, 70 men, semi naked, had come out and chanted a variety of different tunes - they were the music for the show. The characters started appearing after 15 minutes and we watched the story unfold, slowly.

People started leaving, which was no easy exit, as they had to walk around the dancers to get out. We all thought this was really rude. There were people behind us that sat and chatted throughout the show and then people in front of us who were either taking calls on their phones, sending messages or taking selfies. They were all adults, so there was no excuse for the appalling behaviour - we did our best to just watch the show and ignore them, but only after Edd and his dad handed out a few hairy eyeballs.

The last 20 minute of the show were the best, with the white monkey interacting with the audience and continually holding up a peace sign with his right had, like tourists did in selfies. It was hilarious. The fire part of the show was when 2 giants tried to 'kill' the monkey by burning it; he managed to get free and kicked the flames all over the floor to put them out - England's health and safety would go ape at the notion! (No pun intended, he he).

We all left chatting about what we'd just seen after I got a picture with the monkey. We met our guide at the gate and walked back down to the car park, where our minivan was waiting for us. They took us to a seafood restaurant on the beach, literally, the bit you usually lie on with a towel and a cool drink, had tables and chairs instead.

The meal was delicious and included lobster, crab, prawns, barracuda, red snapper, clams and good old calamari; after initially thinking we'd ordered too much food, there were only 2 lonely prawns left in a sea of rice.

We met our driver and Wafiki at the entrance, got back in the minivan and were whizzed off back to our resort - we were supposed to get a taxi back, but Wafiki had said they would wait for us instead and take us home; we had a good driver, which was rare, so were happy to be driven by someone that wasn't going to have us revisit our dinner.

We said goodbye to Wafiki and our driver (we hadn't caught his name yet, or more like I hadn't made up a more familiar name to the one he had) and said good night to Edd's folks. We all went to bed almost immediately and fell asleep in much the same manner; it's a tough life being on holiday.