Then we went to the beach. the beach was very beautiful. Clean and relaxing. I especially liked the part where daddy took me into the sea water to make me swim.
Not so nice were the beach vendors, who kept trying to sell us all sort of stuff, statues, motorbikes, arrows (from the Ramayana, they said), massage and everything. Granpa Curic had a very interesting adventure with one of the vendors.
As for me, I was so tired after all of this that I went to sleep. And slept for almost three hours. From the beach, to the shop where daddy bought vcds, to the airport, I slept, first in mummy's arms, then in granma's then back in mummy's.
I got up and it was time to check in. That ws fun. I played with everyone and laughed at the jokes they told us,
Until we went into the flight.
Come on. The lights were so bright and it was 10.30 at night. Dont people want to sleep? I got annoyed and started crying. And continued to cry, so much. Mummy tried a lot of stuff to make me stop, and gave me to daddy, who thought my diaper was annoying me and took it off.
Then granpa said that it might be something with the new frock (that was so pretty), and asked mummy to take it off also.
Then granma carried me for me to calm down and after a lot of time, I fell asleep on mummy's lap. Nobody dared to put a diaper and clothes on me, so thus I slept, without any clothes, in the middle of the pacific ocean on a plane.
I slept, but not fully. See, there was this older baby across the aisle, and he kept crying and waking me up. and it was past my bed time, and I didnt like being woken up, so I woke up and cried, and by the time I had finished crying he had woken up and started crying. We did like this for a very long time, almost until we landed.
And we got through the Singapore customs, me still wearing no clothes, and on the taxi, where I slept (since there was no other crying baby). Finally back home, I went on bed, got on my diapers and went straight to sleep.
And that is the end of my Bali adventure.