At dinner tonight, as with most meals, we were joined by the resort manager. Some conversations have been more flowing than others, but tonight was superb. The conversation ranged between such subjects as Indonesian Politics, China, Chinese Indonesians, Indigenous Australians, Tasmanian Aborigines, The Stolen Generation, The Sorry, and many other subjects. It was great.
It came time for Connor and I to head off, as Triniti and Mackenzi had left. In closing, Y asked about how we were going with the wasps and if we needed help. We have had the odd wasp flying in, around and then out again. I replied that it was not that big a problem, it tends to just fly in through one window, into a cupboard and back out another window, and we (dramatised actions included) tend to just avoid it till it flies out. He then said, so do you need my help with the washing machine? We then all cracked up laughing as we realised we had all been talking about different things. Needless to say we assured him that we had sorted it out.
Tomorrow we are probably going snorkeling and commence the process of journeying home.
Kenzi has crawled in our bed tonight letting us know she wants to go home. She is sick of motel rooms and the heat, as it makes her feel sick. She can't actually decide whether she wants to go home or stay.
Anyway, to all those who love us back home, we will see you soon. To all those who love us here and we have come to love even deeper, Salamat Tingal.
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