There’s a strange sort of bright light darting in and out of the rice fields. It’s as if someone has a particularly strong laser pointer and is waving it around mindlessly. Like a sparkler without the sparks.
It’s not a laser, it’s a firefly…and now there are more of them.
We’re sitting on the deck outside our room at Wapa di Ume, sipping at a gin and tonic, letting the warm air brush across us, listening to the sounds of the gamelan drifting through the valley, and watching the Full Moon rise. It’s magical.
We chose a Lanai Rice Terrace room, with a deck that reached out into the rice paddy.
Our room was quiet, with the only noise at night being the bugs and the frogs, with the mornings heralded by the neighbourhood roosters.
When I booked our stay, I advised the resort that we were celebrating…
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