I did come across a turtle sanctuary on my walk along the beach and was able to watch a man digging dozens of eggs out of the sand, so that was pretty cool, but the novelty ended there. I also visited the memorial site of the 2002 nightclub bombing, which listed the names of all of those lost in the attack. I think there were only 2 Americans killed, but I was shocked to see that Australia topped the list with 88 poor souls. Such a tragedy, but it's nice to see the Balinese take it so much to heart. In fact, there was a ton of security in the area. You had to walk through metal detectors just to get into a shopping complex. Tourism is such a huge part of their livelihood, and they took a major hit after the bombing, so now they are taking security measures very seriously.
Maybe it was the culmination of 3.5 months of traveling through Asia, but I was just sick to death of being pestered and grabbed in front of every shop I walked past, I even ended up snapping at a man who grabbed my arm. I don't like the feeling of frustration and resentment I'm beginning to harbor towards these people. I have to keep reminding myself that they are just trying to make a living. But the last straw I think was being approached by a female pimp, or Madame, on the beach on my last day. Yep...it's time to go to Australia. Oz here I come!