Bali with parents

I am having a remarkable gift at the moments, five days with my parents in Bali, just the three of us before we head back to Salatiga to visit the rest of the family. I am lucky, so lucky, to be with them here, and to have time without anyone else. My father is 80, but you'd only know by checking his birth certificate, my mother 75. Here we are in Ubud, drinking gin and tonics and heading out to the shadow puppets. I am also only with my Ipad, which makes typing a pain. So that is all.