The boat ride back to Padang Bay was uneventful and no one puked. Jason and Alison got a tip from a guy on the island who said the Ubud Terrace Bungalows guest house was a good place to stay so that's where we had the driver take us
. Upon arrival they only had one room so J & A took it, it was their tip after all. Kat and I check in next door at a nice place with a sweet fan and screened windows. It's much cooler in Ubud (but still hot) so we thought saving some money on a room without AC would be prudent. The damn chickens from Gili must have followed me. The moment we accepted the room they started crowing in the neighboring yard. Ugh.
We poked around and got our bearings in our new town. Ubud is very quiet and beautiful. Every city has it's annoyances; Chang Mai-Hills tribe, Kuta-Trinket shops, Bangkok-Ping pong ball callers, Siem Reap-Amputee touts and so on. Ubud is the town of relentless taxi drivers. You can't walk more than 10 feet without being offered "transport". Upon rejection they immediately follow with "maybe tomorrow". It really is bad as the same person will offer you his services both on your way in and out of any particular place. Oh well it's still a nice place to visit.
One last banana pancake in Gili but I'm sure there will be others. Kat and I are sad to leave our little bungalow on our little island. It's tempting to stay another day despite the local vodka and chickens. Those feathered friends of mine didn't miss their last chance to torment me, at least they're consistent. Upon our first arrival we all wondered how we would occupy our time on the island and thought we'd leave after 2 days, now after 5 days it's hard to depart. Waiting for our boat back to Bali we take advantage of the hammocks and say goodbye to all the great dive masters we met. I think Corrado is going to miss making fun of me as I laze around in my hammock each day beating the heat.