Bali Day Nine

Another day of lazing around the pool was designated for today.

Helen and I went for a walk down along the beach path, past a lot of the other hotels, before cutting back to the main road and checking out the remaining shops we hadn't yet seen. From here though, the pool and pool area beckoned. I have spent more time in a pool this week than I have in possibly the past ten years combined, but with the water temperature and depth very compelling it has been an easy task. Then flop your way out of the pool to your chair, and order a drink or something to eat, and read your book, and then do it all again. I finished Arnie's book a few days ago, and today I finished "The Cuckoo's Calling" by Robert Galbraith, which is actually the pseudonym for J.K. Rowling, writer of the Harry Potter series. It was an easy and enjoyable read. I'm looking forward to her next effort now.

Who said I never swam in pools?!?

Dad and I ventured up to the sports bar for the AFL at 5.30pm, though we only saw the first two quarters due to a late start. From there we headed back to Coco's for another meal and more of the house band that we enjoyed a few nights ago.