Friends & reunited

After a couple of fabulous days on the most beautiful Island I have ever been to (little raised thatched huts to eat in on the berach, horse and carts as the only transport, posh hotels for a tenner a night), I came back to Lombok to find "papa". Afgter a few minutes of telling the local boys I was looking the Lombok grapevine swung into action and ten minutes later he pulled up beside me on his scootrer. Seems the R & R did him good too, after a lovely meal and some terrible Lombok-ian music (much like the Balinese - out of tune and with words that melt into each other when the singers English volvcab fails); I am pleased to announce we are officially frineds again.
Dad will tell you he's decided to forgive me, and is telling anyone who will listen how his son is a doddle and the girls big trouble, but at least we are on the same island and having fun again.

Families are like chess, require much strategy and make your brain hurt - but ultimately rewarding x
Julie x