It was a sad day. Our last day in Bali. We got a cab down to Seminyak beach for a quick look as we had been in Seminyak then entire time and hadn't been down there. It was nice to stand on the sand and look out into the horizon and smell the clear, free air, for what I feel will be the last time in a fair while.

We then headed off into Kuta to do a bit of last minute shopping, I had seen this nice purple top I wanted and wasnt going home with out it. We stayed in Kuta until I found the top and then headed back to Seminyak for lunch. We had lunch in a nice bistro and we chatted to a nice young man called Wayan.

We then headed back to the hotel and I went and sat by the pool for most of what was left of the day. I think I may have even fallen asleep at some point. Probably in no small part due to the fact that I had agressive mosquito of death dive bombing me all night.

I had a go in the whirlpool and then went off to the spa and got a hair spa and had my ears candled. That was different, oddly my hearing seems to have improved considerably and I had no problems with my ears on the flight. Mum also had a fish massage and giggled the whole time.

After our last visit to the spa, we checked out of our hotel, our bill came to 1,439,657.00 rupiah. We waited around for our cab to the airport and arrived really early. We had McDonalds for dinner, which is just as crap as it is in Australia and then went through security. Security did not bat an eyelid at the samurai swords or blow gun in my bag, instead they told me and Mum we had to put our kites in our checked luggage as they could be used as weapons. We both thought this was the most ridiculos thing we had ever heard.

We went through and sat in the departure area for ages. We eventually boarded our flight home and I actually slept most of the way which was great. Customs in Sydney didnt even look and my small arsenal, but insisted I unwrap all the wooden stuff I had bought so they could inspect it. I ask you, what is more dangerous, a wooden marionette puppet or a Samurai sword? Really?

Mum and I then caught the train home, making kite jokes and laughing all the way.