I haven’t really written a chatty post for a while. I get into the habit of waiting for that big theme to come along, or that big issue, and then forget how this blog started out, which was just a collection of ramblings and the thrill of having 1 or 2 other people read what I wrote. So anyway, all I can think about right now is that tomorrow morning we will be kissing our two darlings goodbye, squeezing them tight, patting the pooches on their heads, handing over our keys, picking up our passports and bags and getting on a plane to Singapore.
How exotic?! I travelled a bit in my 20s while living in London but since returning to live in South Africa we have taken the odd overseas trip (to the US and the UK), but nothing that different from our own culture. This is far away, with jet lag and everything, and feels like a bit of a dream – it’s somewhere I’ve always wanted to go and I feel very lucky.
This trip to Bali is part 40th birthday celebration for my husband and part work – after all I am a writer, so I will always write about the places I visit. I take my laptop wherever I go, I would feel weird without it and besides, I need it near me if inspiration strikes (and to check emails occasionally because the self employed person does not easily switch off!).
I’ve married to a surfer so Bali was always an attractive destination for him, plus I’m trying to get into my yoga and hoping to get a little Eat Pray Love while I’m there (ommmmmm). Bali also appealed because of its emphasis on wellness and spirituality – something I’ve been meaning to explore and work on within myself, for a while.
So the bags are partially packed, and obviously my husband keeps picking things out of my bag and telling me I won’t need that, and why do I have so much more than him? I’ve written about three pages of notes for my in-laws, who are selflessly moving in and taking care of our mini Mountains while we are away, and always do the most amazing job (often we get back from a weekend away and the kids cry because they want Nana and Papa back!).
Anyway, my notes detail extra mural schedules, and lift clubs, and birthday parties and dates to remember and it’s amazing how much information you carry around in your head! Of course, I’m sure they’d figure out most of it on their own but you know, I do like to be thorough (I think I could have been a pretty mean project manager in another life!).
I’ve got the guidebook (can’t go anywhere without the guidebook!), two new reading books, my journal in case I feel like scribbling, my camera, some bikinis, a sarong, and my sense of adventure. I’ve got reef booties (husband says I need these!), and not much else as apparently they make the most amazing textiles in Bali, as well as art – so I am under strict instructions to leave my suitcase empty.
I’ve been working like a demon this last week, literally day and night, in order to not leave my business partner with too much work, and my head feels overflowing with deadlines and projects. But tomorrow I just need to let it all go and focus on the experience, instead of worrying how everyone is coping without me back home (I know they’ll cope swimmingly but you know, control freak and all).
We are visiting Uluwatu, Canggu and an island only reachable by speedboat (who’s name I keep forgetting!), before ending with 3 nights in Ubud. I’ve got tips from fellow travellers and have made a list of essential places to visit and things to do. I’m looking forward to leaving behind school lifts and packed lunches and answering emails while a 4-year-old tugs at my pants leg. I’m looking forward to relaxing massages, poolside cocktails, exploring volcanoes and yoga as the sun comes up.
I may not blog that often while I’m away (only back on 30 May guys!), but you can see what I am up to on Instagram (still my favourite social media platform).
Yours in excitement and nerves (and excuse all the exclamation marks)(and the brackets).