I'm not in Ubud any more

Yesterday, Oka picked me up, and we headed west.  This was my transfer day.  Oka was very direct and asked me why I changed my plans: I said I just needed less plans. He said you were not sick - no, I laughed, not sick.  He seemed satisfied - Oka worries about Bali Belly, and I am guessing he has had some guests have their trips ruined.

The next hotel is on the beach as I thought you can't go to the tropics and not experience the beach - right? So here I am in Caggnu at a place called Tugu (two - goooo) Bali.  This hotel is something all together different.  

The lobby is grass roofed with giant mahogany pillars and seating and dining area all set up with different antiques.  After checking in, they take me to my room.  All of the rock paths have a water borders filled with koi fish.  

My room is in a wooden two story structure with a grass roof.  My room is up some very narrow circular stairs.  The room is unbelievable.  It's huge, and it has wooden floor with a giant bed, settee and desk area - this would have been fine, right?  

But it also has an L shaped porch area with windows that looks out into the sea and a round metal bathtub filled with cold water and frangipani.

The whole room smells like frangipani.  The beach is black sand that looks grey from a distance.

I took a long walk on the beach and a bath and put on my paprika colored dress and went and had Christmas dinner while listening to the waves.  It was devine - I bet my uncle wishes he knew what I had...