We wake this morning to another torrential tropical torrent but decide it might be nice to go for a walk after brekko anyway.
Ever since we've been in Ubud I've wanted to go the Organik Cafe in the middle of the rice fields where they grow their own fruit and veg and run a campaign to promote production of Bali's finest rices.
Armed with umbrellas we eventually find the turn off for the cafe but not before the monsoon starts again. The rain doesn't detract from the beauty and peacefulness of the twenty minute walk through the soggy rice fields to the cafe. We take shelter and have a delicious lunch with rice and vegetables from the organic garden while watching the rows of ducks waddling between the fields and clearly enjoying the downpour.
On the way back we come across a lady who offers us a fresh coconut, she hacks off the outer shell and opens the top and gives it to us to drink the milk. It's cool and refreshing and doesn't come any fresher than this. Our feet on the other hand couldn't be more un-fresh, covered in mud, soggy and cold we slip and slide our way back to our hotel.
This is our last full day here in Ubud as we leave for the chaotic Kuta tomorrow. Christmas and Hong Kong are beckoning and the decorations and Santa hats certainly seem incongruous in the tropical climate.
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