The wash up...

... after the cremation. Not only were we soaked through yesterday*, everything we were carrying was. My super-duper security handbag might be unslashable and unpickpocketable, but it certainly isn't waterproof. Everything in it was soaked - wallet**, phone, makeup bag and of course, the camera. Now officially dead. Fortunately, although damp, the phone has survived but I can't work out how to get images off it and onto the blog. Bluetooth remains a mystery to me so I am always surprised when it works, and the tablet doesn't recognise the USB connection. So a trip into Ubud today saw the purchase of a cheap(ish) point-and-shoot digital Olympus, with none of the refinements of the drowned Panasonic, but we just can't spend 25 weeks here without a camera. Not sure how the pics will turn out, but mediocre is probably better than none at all. The one above (not mediocre, I hasten to add) was borrowed from here and I appreciate it.

Meanwhile we'll check out what fine print the insurance policy undoubtedly has to prevent us from claiming, but we'll give it a go anyway.

The thunder is growling outside and it has been stiflingly humid this morning following yesterday's unprecedented event.***

Time for a swim.

More soon.

* Remind me to tell you a funny, but unprintable, story when next we speak.
** The money (millions, being Indonesia) is drying out under the fan as I type
*** One commentator said that he had never known it to rain on a Royal cremation in 40 years, let alone a downpour like we had.