It was another 9 AM a.m. start up and we all made our way down to breakfast getting seats in the centre area of the restaurant. We were served bowls of fruit and our hot breakfast before any off our tea, coffee or juices arrived - it was quite a thirsty start to the day.

Edd's mum and I wanted to use our spa vouchers, so booked two Balinese massages for 11 o'clock. We then discussed going out to Blue Lagoon for a snorkel in the afternoon and changed our massages to 10:45 AM as they were 90 minutes long and we needed to get me 1pm shuttle to Candidasa village. (10.30AM was not available).

We all went back to our rooms after breakfast, where I changed into my swimming costume and headed down to the swimming pool area with Edd's mum where we waited until 10:40AM before we walked over to the spa area. We were shown seats at the reception balcony and offered drinks, while we were shown 2 different types of aromatherapy oil that we could choose from - Edd's mum chose a more citrusy fragrance while I stuck to flowers. We were then lead down to beautiful massage cabins that overlooked the ocean, where we were given netted underwear and dressing gowns to change into.

The ladies came back inside and started the massage by washing our feet with sea salt, lime and essential oils; we were then and asked to lay down on the 2 beds that were positioned next to each other, overlooking the sea for our Balinese massages. Eight mum opted for a personal package that included a 15 minute facial, while I stuck to the traditional massage instead. The sea was incredibly loud and relaxing and I had to stop myself from drooling twice - the therapist had the most amazing hands and technique: she was able to not only work unhappy areas, but also leave me feeling ridiculously relaxed.

After 90 minutes, we were finished and got dressed back into our clothes; we both agreed that it was one of the best massages we had ever had and walked out of the cabin area looking quite drunk - we were both so relaxed and rejuvenated that we struggled to walk! We were taken back to the reception area with a given coconut ice cream and another 15 minute complimentary massage the next time we came to the hotel.

Our massages had run 15 minutes late and we had to race back to our rooms to collect things for an afternoon of snorkelling. We got a 1 o'clock shuttle to the Village Centre and walked over to Mr Bellys boats that were moored near a man made pond filled with Lotuses. He met us and asked us to wait 10 minutes while he went and bought some water and bread (to feed the fish). Edd's mum was quite beside herself, as she was not sure she could make the trip to Blue Lagoon as the sea was quite rough because the wind had picked up. She took a taxi back to the hotel instead and left Edd, his dad and I to go snorkelling on our own.

Mr Belly came back 10 minutes later with bread and bottles of water and introduced us to his cousin and friend that would be taking us to the snorkelling area in his boat. He walked down to the beach with us and the swam out to the mooring to bring it to the beach for us to climb on - it looked a bit like a spider in the sea. It turned out the sea was quite treacherous, being a level 4 on the Beaufort scale (according to Edd) and the journey there was quite entertaining as we were airborne a few times and landed with a thud. We were all relieved that Edd's mum had not been with us, as she would have been hysterical.

We stopped off the shore of a section of the island that jutted out and all jumped in - our guide told us to only swim along one stretch of the ocean (that was dark) as that was the only place there was coral. (It turned out the taxi driver that took Edd's mum back to the hotel told her that 20 years prior, the the entire beach had been protected with beautiful coral reefs, but they had been hacked away to make necklaces, sold as souvenirs and basically just completely destroyed. As a result, there is no beach. At all, anywhere, and the town that once thrived with tourists and trade, is now a disheveled, unkept mass of what was).

I'd taken the camera with a took photos of what can only be described as a sea garden. We all got stung by sea lice (which turns out to be the spawn of jellyfish - we googled it) and the water started to get increasingly cold. We'd had enough after an hour and climbed out - the water was quite rough and the clouds had come over, completely covering the last rays of sun.

Edd sat with his back towards the spray and I sat between his legs with a towel over my shoulders to try and keep warm; we ate the crisps we'd brought with us as a snack with the water Mr Belly had bought for us. The trip back seemed a lot longer than the trip out and Edd wasn't sure how they were going to get the boat back in with the waves; he thought they'd stopped to think about it for a minute when suddenly a large wave started approaching, they waited for it to pass and then road the back of it, like a surfer would, by switching the engines on full blast. He was officially impressed.

We got out with all our stuff and walked up the right hand side of the slipway where it hadn't been cemented, as it was too slippery. We dried off and I put Edd's shirt on to warm up - we then went in search of a glass of wine, to warm up our insides.

We ordered 3 glasses of red (there was a 2 for 1 special) at the restaurant overlooking the lotus pond, it was a cute hotel with a small pool and we removed the cushions on their wicker chairs as our bottoms were still wet. They brought us 3 glass of cold red wine. Just when you think you've ordered something idiot proof, someone invents a better idiot. None of us were particularly impressed with red wine out the fridge, but we drank it anyway as we worked out, keeping it in your mouth for a few seconds warmed it up and therefore revealed the original taste - that had been muted due to refrigeration.

We finished our wine and went in search of a taxi back to the hotel; our shuttle only came every 2 hours and being 4.10pm, we weren't enthused with the idea of waiting around for another hour. A man on the side of the road asked us if we wanted a taxi and I replied with 'motorbike or car?' he replied with 'car,' but he had to go and fetch it quick with his motorbike. 'Fine, how much?' He asked me where we were going and quoted the same price it had cost Edd's mum to get get. 'Done.' We waited on the side of the road on a little bench for 5 minutes while he went and collected his car.

He was quite chatty after picking us up and I was concerned with my wet bottom on his car seats. He wanted to know if we could give him a job that involved him taking us to the north of the isand the next day to snorkel; it was a great idea in theory, but we were leaving early the next day for Flores, so it wasn't a possibility. Bummer.

He dropped us off and all went straight to our rooms to shower; Edd and I then on our balcony and faffed around with packing our bags until about 6pm, when we went next door to his parents room. We drank the last bottle of rose wine and then went down to the restaurant for dinner; it was going to be our free meal tonight, so it was 3 courses - just as well we'd skipped lunch.
G&T's to start, as usual, and then dinner - skewers to start for Edd, myself and his mum and soup for his dad. We all ordered different main courses but had banana fritters for dessert. Delicious. We wanted to stay up and play trains, or do something interesting, but were all tired from the action-packed day, so it was la-la-land instead. Just as well as we had a 6.15am start the next day, so up with the birds for us.