The best way to explain the ambitious trip, is scope creep. And then we had to find out way back to the house.
It started innocently enough. We headed north from our house in the rice fields near Ubud, toward Gunung Batur, Bali's largest and still active volcano, located in the center of two concentric calderas. The views were stunning, but even more interesting was the thriving agriculture scene and lush greenery around the outer rim, which totally warranted a detour.
Then we headed north along the outer rim in the direction of the ocean. It's not a very large island and the coast is within reach in most places on the island. In about an hour we were on the coastal Jalan Kubu-Abang and in another hour, inside the Cafe Garam (Salt) in one of the low-key resort on the Amed Coast, which is known for its fishing and salt production. Before we even considered our lunch entrees, we asked if they had tomatoes - we weren't hoping for much, but for us, it would've been the perfect vehicle for tasting the salt, produced right on premises.
Lunch, for most, was followed by a refreshing dip in the resort's pool, while the newly baked bride was nursing her newly twisted knee on shore. There she was quickly discovered by the village girls who all wanted to sell her something, but she, experienced in these matters, offered to them her camera, for some uncensored captures.