Uluwatu, Indonesia
Feeling ruff this morning I even woke up before the alarm dying for a drink, mouth like Gandhi’s flip flop I ran down to the other side of the hotel to the water machine refilled two of our bottles and swigged some paracetamol with them - that’s what wine is doing to my head!
All I could taste was those bloody dumplings from the late night trip down street food lane. Ellie devoured her two pork buns, the way she was looking at them and munching on them last ...