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Bali Escapade 2011 Begins

It feels like Bali Odyssey 2010 only just ended and here we are again, for Bali Escapade 2011, less than eight months later.

I think it would have been appropriate to have black tank tops screen printed, announcing just that. However I would have felt slightly inadequate next to Rick’s 30th birthday party (ers) whose tank tops claimed (prior to reaching Bali) that they were going ‘hard and fast’ in Bali celebrating Rick’s 30th.
This proved to me without a doubt that 30 really is the new 18!
Anyhow, they were down the back of the plane and we were up the front.
I wonder if they knew Air Asia was a ‘dry’ airline. Not my idea of going ‘hard and fast’ celebrating me mates 30th!

Aside from all that uneventful rabble raising, the trip was quick and painless. Our landing was delayed slightly because of a VIP event at the airport.
I think the president was in Bali. Perhaps I am wrong.
I find it slightly disturbing that he should come to Bali.
I don’t know why; maybe just my mistrust of politicians in general.

As every smart person does when they arrive, I raced to the VOA counter and turned to direct Peter to equally race to the immigration line, however there was no one for him to line up behind.
We were the first!!
We were through within minutes and waited about 10 for our luggage to arrive on the carousel!
What a dream run it was!

Before we even had time to think about it we were out of the airport and in our cab, surrounded by the familiar sights, sounds and aromas that fill our senses and our hearts to overflowing.
We feel the humidity, like warm, welcoming arms wrap around us.
Why does it feel like ‘coming home’ every time for me (maybe the Christmas Island connection) and I know Peter feels something too.

We are carried past all those familiar sights and through traffic that is bedlam (but not as bad as peak hour in Perth, lately) and it feels like we never left.

Desamuda has exceeded all expectations.
We were cautioned by a couple of people, yet others raved about it.
I’m raving now!
Our villa is amazing!
I just asked Peter how many square metres but we can’t agree so I will just say it is more like a ‘compound’ than a villa.
This one has WOW!! factor.
Last year we thought our villa was nice, but this one….
I will post photos when we have daylight for them.

Quickly now, Ryoshi for dinner – felt like we were there only last week.
Bintang Supermarket for supplies; tonic, beginning of soap collection to take home, coat hangers (sad, I know), Pringles, ohhhhh and Bintangs.
The fridge is fully stocked.

We’re in full swing.
It feels like we never left.

Signing off for now – husband is falling asleep at his computer.
We didn’t sleep too well last night – excitement??
No!
Cat and rain.
Yes, rain in Perth is so rare that it wakes you up and you exclaim
‘WHAT’S THAT NOISE?’
Stray cats jump onto the balcony, demanding to be let in, out of ‘whatever that wet stuff is falling out the sky’ and Meanie and Peter get NO sleep.

By the way, I have my first ‘stray cat away from home pet’.
And we have a frog, and a baby frog and a mouse!
Lots of photos of all this to come and the villa!!!
You’ve gotta see it.

I don’t want to leave.
Six hours here and I’m already panicking about leaving…

Sweet dreams all.
Oh, you’re probably already doing that.
See you tomorrow for day one of Bali Escapade 2011!!

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FOOTPATHS (SIDEWALKS) OF BALI

Bali is beautiful. Her footpaths not so much…

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It can be tricky getting around. You know how you can buy those shoes that ‘give you a workout while you walk‘? Well maybe you don’t but I just want to tell you,  negotiating the Bali footpaths ‘gives you a workout while you walk’. It’s good to know you can burn off thousands of calories just getting to that restaurant and saving $1.50 in cab fares to boot!

God bless all the old, old people, those in wheelchairs and the people pushing prams. They’re braver than I am! But then again, I will be old one day, maybe even retire to Bali (dream on) and I have a feeling the footpaths will still be exactly the same as they have always been.

We had better stay in practice!

That’s all I can say!!

SHADOW SHOT BIKU

We are in Perth now. We are not in Bali any more.

I will say nothing more.

Biku is on Peti Tenget in Seminyak. Yet another place we loved. And guess what? There were shadows there too. You can rely on shadows. They will follow you wherever you go. They travel free, just like a little baby, but they don’t cry and they don’t need feeding and you don’t have to worry about them contracting Bali belly. Oh, I’m talking rubbish really, aren’t I?

More shadows can be viewed at Hey Harriet. You can join in with your own shadow.

SHADOW SHOT SUNDAY

The return of Shadow Shot Sunday (for now, anyway).

Pay a visit to Hey Harriet, view and/or post shadow shots.

This is me practicing my macro shots. Shadows were there too. Of course!

I’m going to Bali!

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Sorry!

STILL HERE! BEEN A BIT QUIET LATELY…

It sure has been a while since I last posted. Again, I wonder where the time went and did I actually do anything worth telling about? I guess I will just start with today and work backwards, or not. We’ll see how we go. Stream of consciousness stuff, I think they call it.

Today the sun is shining outside, weakly, but shining it is, as it has been all winter. But this winter has been so, so cold. I can’t remember that we have ever had our Arctic-strength doona on our bed for more than a week in past years. But this year – icy, for at least the last month! I think that having the ceiling fan on and the balcony door open until the last minute probably ensures sub-zero temperatures for most of the night.

Anyway, maybe I can use this miserable chill as an excuse for my lack of enthusiasm for just about anything really. I’m over it! I want sunshine and I want warmth.

Actually, I haven’t mentioned that we will be in Bali in just over two weeks. As in, this time in two weeks, I will be packin’ our bags, gettin’ ready for our nine nights of tropical bliss. This will be my sixth trip to Bali, the first being in 1982 with my Mum. 1982?!!!! That’s like 28 years ago!! There’s one word I want to say here but it’s not nice and it starts with an ‘S’. I can’t believe I was even walking 28 years ago, let alone, trekking off to Bali and when I say I went with my Mum, I wasn’t a babe in arms or anything. I was 17 and very independent and all growed up like. I went again a year later on my own! Well, kind of on my own. It was with a whole bunch of people I had met the year before!!

So this time? It will be my sixth time and Peter’s second. His first time was for a honeymoon, but that is a whole ‘nother story and not a happy one to share with the whole world.

So this time? It’s gonna be different. We are going to have THE most lovely, relaxing, warm time. This will be our first holiday together, where we DO NOTHING!  N.O.T.H.I.N.G! Which means when we arrive at our villa, we stop, we don’t move, we don’t have to worry about catching trains…

or what we will have for lunch…

or lugging suitcases through town or getting up ‘on time’ or repacking our suitcase, trying to fit yet more purchases (hmmm, actually that might happen). However, in saying that, I am looking forward to some wicked shopping and some fabulous dining and some more wicked shopping and more fabulous dining and maybe a bit of sight seeing.

I do want to, and I want Peter to, experience some of the beautiful ‘real’ Bali, which will mean heading out of town for a bit. I think I will be a bit sad if we don’t do that. Like the time when I was 13 years old and was allowed to attend the Perth Royal Show without my parents. I thought, ‘how very cool’ to just hang out in sideshow alley and not have to do all that boring, kids’ stuff like looking at the cat and dog shows, the CWA cake and quilting displays, the baby animals, Scottish dancing and log cutting competitions. But, when I went home, I felt like I had only ‘half’ experienced the show and I was sorry not to have done anything ‘real’ – just spent the day riding the Chipmunk, eating fairy floss, buying show bags and looking ‘too cool for school’, as only a thirteen year old girl can.

So, yes, Bali, here we come! I must brush up on my Indonesian – bagus, terimah kasih, tidak mau!! Haha, that should get us through. I won’t be anywhere near the interpreter Peter was in Japan!

So, how do I transition from these tales of Bali and the Royal Show, back in 1978 to today? With difficulty. Does anyone else spend their time thinking about things of the past, whilst waiting for things of the future? Or is it just me? Present life is really just work and weekends. There is no time for much else. The present always seems so trying.

Today is Saturday. We have a ‘Saturday Routine’ as my sister calls it. We go to bed late Friday, we sleep in Saturday, we get up between 10 and 11am, eat poached eggs on toast (two each) with fried ham (for some reason I believe this is healthier than bacon), I make a coffee for us both with the ‘machine‘ (latte), we sit at the dining table on our computers if we’re in Perth and online, or if we’re in Dawesville, I read the piles of local papers our neighbours have kindly tossed over the gate during the weeks we have been away and Peter does things on his computer that don’t require internet connection, then around 2 or 3pm I decide what’s for dinner, we go off to the shops to buy ingredients and return home just in time for ‘champagne cocktail hour’, I cook dinner and we watch something; TV or a DVD…… phew!!! Saturdays can be exhausting!

Today, however, Peter broke from tradition and mowed the lawn (the good old communal lawn, that only he cares about). He did such a good job, but that is usually part of the ‘Sunday routine’ when we’re in Perth. So tomorrow?? Who knows. Last Sunday we worked around the place. I, selfishly, attended to our own garden (as opposed to the communal area). I wanted to ‘Japanise’ (is that a word?) our little (tiny) garden, meaning I wanted to make it sweet, cute and a little bit colourful. I did my best and Peter said it looked soooo Japanese. Not the traditional ‘pagodas-and-sculpted-azeleas’ Japenese, but the sweet, cute, colourful Japanese. It looks better than it did, anyway and a nice change to come home to. Coming home now there is a little light left to enjoy what beauty we have around us.

So there we go! I feel as though I’m writing a thousand word essay here, but please, it has been a while. I guess I just have to accept I’m never (well, not for the time being anyway) going to blog every day. I’m not going to take photos every day of every little thing. I have a life (sort of). Maybe not a blog-everyday-worthy life, but somewhere along the line, it gets lived and occasionally I am willing and able to share a bit of it here.

I have dreams too, and I’m prepared to live them. Just when, is the question. We press on though and try to remember and acknowledge that there is so much beauty that surrounds us every day. The blog world has taught me a bit about looking out for it and appreciating it in a more poetic way. It’s a world I would like to be more a part of and will be. In the meantime, laundry needs to be hung out, beds need to be made and there is no cold wine in the fridge. So here we are; 10pm on a Saturday night, remembering beauty, remembering dreams that can come true and just holding on to that…….