We didn’t go inside, but instead let Guspur lead us away down a dirt path. If this was an episode of “Locked Up Abroad” this would be when Guspur attempted to convince us to carry a pound of cocaine with us to Ubud. But no, Guspur simply knew a good, quiet place to get the best view of the temple. We found ourselves in the middle of a modern golf course, part of a resort hotel. And there on a little ledge near the 7th hole, we stood and could take in the sea temple in its entirety. The tide was coming in and the waves broke with bursts of foam against the rocky cliff at the base of temple. And miraculously no one got hit in the head by a golf ball.
In the mornings of our stay, we would sit on the porch until one of the guest house owners came by with our breakfasts. It was a "simple" Balinese breakfast, fruit pancakes (basically bananas inside of crepes), fresh local fruit (mango, papaya, bananas, pineapple, whatever was fresh) and of course coffee, dark, strong, bitter, wonderful coffee.