We touched down in Bali in amzing humidity and quickly found ourselves a nice hotel complete with swimming pool. We strolled down to the beach and went for a paddle and then realised there was this odd, white sticky stuff on our feet. It wouldn't come off. It was all over the sand and in the water and then the smell hit us - rank fishy nasty...stuff. UGGHHH. We beat a hasty retreat and looked on incredulously at all the people - including young kids - who were frolicking on the beach and in the sea, seemingly oblivious to this vile stuff. It was so bad that I had to throw away my trousers as it didn't come out in the wash after 3 attempts!!
So after a lazy 2 days lounging at our hotel swimming pool and listening to all the dubious adult-oriented 80s rock (picture blokes with lycra trousers and big frizzy mullets singing big anthems with shoulder pads to match) and we knew we had to follow Marigold's advice and get the hell out of the hellhole!
El reading Marigold's advce
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