13 and counting. 13 eggs. In five days. Yes being on holiday offers plenty of relaxation, swimming in pleasant pools and dips in the sea as well as offering breakfasts including lots of eggs.
Currently The Lawrence Clan are staying at The Eyes Resort near to Padang Padang Beach in Bali and are enjoying fried eggs for breakfast. After much searching for a suitable place for us lot, of which there is loads on the huge island of Bali, we settled on this place because it was not too far from the beach and included breakfast in the price. The inclusive breakfast is a massive luxury for us mob, given that due to their being a lot of us we don't really go for expensive luxury, preferring value luxury instead.
But how come 13 eggs so far? Well five breakfasts to date (two fried eggs, a sausage, toast, juice and coffee), two eggs in an egg and bacon burger for Christmas Day dinner and then one hard boiled beauty with a plate of gado gado for lunch on Christmas Eve. I am sure that somewhere or other there is a safe daily limit for eggs and am equally certain that in excess of 2.5 per day is over that limit. Clearly there are worse things to consume to excess and a few eggs on holiday in hardly the stuff of a celebrity hedonistic lifestyle but I may need to rein in my consumption somewhat.
The egg and bacon burger was a great Christmas Day dinner though. All five of us ate packed burgers at Kelly's Warung on Bingin Beach, a 3km ish walk from our place. The sea was rightly on the exciting side of choppy as well as being clear and blue and warm.
In Christmas Eve we explored northwards from our place, not difficult considering that we are pretty much as south as we could be on Bali, and ended up at the Mount Bator volcano crater. It was a pretty spectacular place and made all the better thanks to our lunch spot overlooking the whole area, where I ate the egg that came with my gado gado (a mixture of tofu and veg in a nutty sauce).
As with everywhere there were plenty of people around selling, or in my case, trying to sell, t-shirts, sarongs, trinkets and taxis.
On our way back down from the volcano we stopped in Ubud, a mountainside town which sold plenty of arts and crafts along with t-shirts, sarongs, trinkets and taxis. Ubud taxi folk have developed an improved way of taxi Wellings though by holding up pieces of laminated card with "Taxi Service" written on it. Thanks to a hire car we did not need the spoken or unspoken service.