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Water palace in Mataram
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Not sure why, but Susan seemed quite obsessed with the outdoor poolhalls and the cows doing landscaping in the graveyards. About as obsessed as I was with the weird porcupine (?) in a cage in a random dirty alley.
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I can't begin to explain how badly horse drawn public transportation fucks up traffic.
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Susan seeking sanctuary with strangers from the terrifying monkeys.
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First sighting of our tiny liveaboard.
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The beach in front of our hotel.
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Our splurge hotel for a week of relative rest and relaxation.
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Commuting to and from the Gili islands for diving.
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