Seems like we are not the only ones having a riot! Hope you are all keeping safe. Our last day in Munduk, north west of Bali. We hired a moped again, giving our legs a rest for a day. Up the hill of Munduk we went and headed for central Bali. If you have seen just about enough photos of rice fields to last you a lifetime, then unlucky, as today we headed for the mother of all rice fields areas Jatiluwih. Paul drove carefully and slowly (for once lol) through the winding steep mountain roads passed the lakes once more. The roads were busy at 9am, villages were bustling with children going to school and people starting the day's work. The men of the villages were traditionally dressed in sarongs and turbans, which we had not seen before. Always the same smiles and hellos from them all. We cut off onto a small lane, equally as windy but much quieter. The countryside now opened up before us, the skies now clouded over, but still around 70degrees, with a cool breeze to reduce the helmet hair effect. We passed strawberry farms, then vegetable farms and finally rice fields. Each turn took us to a different expanse of terraces, we stopped often to take photos and yet we still hadn't reached the famous Jatiluwih. We got out at a couple of valleys and walked through the fields, chatting and saying hello to the field workers. We reached a roadblock and paid to enter the main Jatiluwih Road, which was now starting to get busy with tourists. We headed off for a spectacular and vast expanse of terraces stretching as far as we could see, the light reflecting in the water of the fields all around. We will leave the poetry for Paul's masterpieces - check out the Jatiluwih album. After taking in the scene from various points along the road, we headed back towards a town called Candikuning. Candikuning has a botanical garden set high up (1250m) on Gunung Pohen and overlooking a lake. It was a really impressive park, it looked like the jungle and rainforest had been thinned and lawned and had little footpaths and roads wound through it. Lots of mature trees, ferns, palms and bamboo to shade the way. It was nice and cool (70 degrees) and empty (apparently it gets busy at the weekend). We enjoyed a leisurely stroll - uphill yet again! We saw the begonia house (very British) and walked through the fern forest (very Jurassic Park). Finally a walk up to the lake view before heading back to the bike for our journey back to Munduk. Off to Sanur tomorrow - a sleepy, retired ex-pat, beach resort in South East Bali known to Aussies as "Snore" ... well we're not surf dudes, so the crazy resort of Kuta isn't our scene....