Spent our last night in Sanur walking through the night market. Had a few unidentifiable, fried

street food snacks while searching around for the ever elusive wifi connection.


Discovered an intersting area we originally(shamefully) dubbed, "German town"after taking notice of the names of the grocery
store, guest house and restaurants we came across there. Ironically, there also happened to be an enormous amount of German

tourist in this part of town. After a bit of research, I discovered that the swastika symbol actually represents the name of a hindu
god.






 We listened to a live reggae band on the beach, did a little dance to Buffalo Soldier after an experimental swig of the local wine, Arak. Imagine a drink that tastes like rancid white zinfandel, mixed with a generous  splash of gasoline. Yuck!!
Early wake up call to catch the morning ferry to Nusa Lembongan, a small island off the coast of the Southern point of Bali.
Spent four, gloriously lazy days in the beautiful Bali sunshine. Nusa Lembongan also happens to be one of the largest seaweed growers in the world.

 Seaweed farm production constitutes 85% of the labour on this island. Our ice cream, (as well as a LOT
of other foods we consume in America) is made with the carrageenan collected from the seaweed grown here.