On the penultimate day I wanted to go jet skiing and thought it was good idea to drop off Lourd at the Melia resort in Nusa Dua. Too good of an idea as it turned out. She loved the idea of a beach resort and putting the feet into the white sand so much, that on monday I did not go jet skiing, but rather to reception and negotiated a good rate for a room for two days.
So we had a nice villa and a nice room in the Melia. Things could be worse I guess and it was the only luxury.
I went jet skiing the next day and it was a blast. On Bali you are not allowed on your own on the jet ski, but need a guide. God knows why - but the good thing was that Max got his own jet ski (with guide) and he had a total blast as he was in control of the jet ski.
Poor monitor on mine had to live with me doing high speed donuts all the time and changing directions more than a rabbit that tries to escape a fox.
Other than that not much to report. It was time to go home and leave Bali and its lovely people behind. Let's hope that Max will stay in contact with his mate Zen from Bali.
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