There was one more stop before the volcano and this was one of the many temples you find around Bali. So with a sarong around my waist (for decorum) and an Arsenal shirt (I don't know why I still bother), I followed Wayan and the kids into the temple grounds. There were so many water features, baths and ponds, I lost track of which baths were for men, which were for women and which one you weren't supposed to bath in because the water is considered holy.
It got noticeably cooler as we approached the Bator volcano. We drove through a soft veil of mist and suddenly, there it was: a large, irregular green cone on the banks of a lake. We had lunch on a crowded terrace while waiting patiently for our turn to pose with the volcano. Noemi tried to get Nathan to taste a really foul dessert of brown rice pudding. But after 12 years of being on the wrong end of her pranks, he wasn't falling for it this time. Not even when she swore it was "yummy!" The rice pudding must be an acquired taste because the Chinese, fresh from splashing about on the river, absolutely adored it.
It got noticeably cooler as we approached the Bator volcano. We drove through a soft veil of mist and suddenly, there it was: a large, irregular green cone on the banks of a lake. We had lunch on a crowded terrace while waiting patiently for our turn to pose with the volcano. Noemi tried to get Nathan to taste a really foul dessert of brown rice pudding. But after 12 years of being on the wrong end of her pranks, he wasn't falling for it this time. Not even when she swore it was "yummy!" The rice pudding must be an acquired taste because the Chinese, fresh from splashing about on the river, absolutely adored it.
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