We spent the midday hours today checking out Sanur, a small resort town just north of Benoa Harbor. Later in the day we engaged a driver, Agung, to take us down to Uluwatu, one of the most important temples in Bali. Along the way we stopped at Dreamland, a beach next to an abandoned resort development. While Sten checked out the surf and Suzy soaked up the scenic beauty, I focused on the graffiti.
Now that's a sentiment I can get behind.When we arrived at the temple, Agung advised us to leave our hats and sunglasses in the car. It was hard parting with my shades. I'm never outside without them, as attested to by my highly unattractive raccoon eye tan. Agung explained that the monkeys at the temple are very aggressive, and like to grab hats and sunglasses. As we entered the temple complex, Agung noticed Suzy's earings, and asked her to remove them. I thought he was being overly cautious, until I saw a monkey grab a water bottle out of a tourist's hand and scamper up a pillar with it. He gripped the bottle with his feet and hands, then twisted the cap off of the top of the bottle with his teeth. He took a swig, then threw the bottle to the ground, clearly disappointed that it was just water.
Bad MonkeyUluwatu sits at the top of a cliff, above one of the best surfbreaks in the world. I have a feeling that we'll be back to this part of Bali before our stay here is over.
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