the Balinese princess is back in town

Who you may remember is the woman I met in a backpackers in Perth. There I am wandering through the streets and there she is doing the same. She is the person who sent me to find the boys at the tour office - and had been to see them but when Putu laong (there are two Putus) tried to convey in English that I wanted her number by saying my name over and over - she corrected him with 'Tanya, not Julie' apparently. We caught up and swapped stories but having discovered she has three Indonesian boyfriends all 25 years her junior I think I will leave it at that.

Life here ticks on at pace. I attended a party on the beach last night, we barbequed fresh fish, danced to the music from the club over the road and chatted to an assortment of Bali expats and locals. The food and company were fabulous, the backdrop of a nearly full moon reflected in the water and palm trees swaying in the breeze, likewise. Max decided to dance with her fire tools, a samuri sword a fan and a literally roaring whip. Dressed in one of her own creations a combination of not much silk and eye catching leather accessories, I was needless to say in camera heaven. I have the most amazing pictures. dance of the firethrowing mistress, a small boy in a coconut tree and a plethora of breathtaking kids and scenery shots that I am sure I can sell when I get home. I will naturally pay any of the kids that help me to do so.

Have loads more to tell but unfortunately I am being plagued by mossies in this cafe so will leave it there

Miss you all masses, will see the UK posse in less than 2 weeks

Joo x