it's been a long time hey? How've you been? i've been great:)
I've almost got my head around this 2010 thing. The first few weeks I wrote 2009 without even thinking, then I went through an adjustment period where I got the ten bit but kept writing 16/1/010. Yesterday at work though, for the first time I wrote 23/1/10 - with no stumbling or having to think too hard. Quite proud of myself!
So I broke my new year’s resolution the other day. Climbing my back fence late on Saturday night to see what was on the other side I slipped and got myself a nice little gash in the side of my ankle. Didn't get stitches - probably should have - and have been dealing with manky swollen ankle for the last few days. Swelling's gone now, went for a run this morning - back in the game!
I've also been working on my 'things I will do one day' list - as in actually crossing things off not adding to it (which is my usual style)
Here's the items I have been working on - (yes I know it's the easy ones!)
Me < 60kg - WOOP WOOP!! I do seem to be stuck at 59kg though, might have to drink less:)
Be a non-blonde again - complete! My hair is officially dark intense red and it looks freakin hot
Get rid of the green tinge from my hair - green completely gone:)
Write an erotic novel - I started this, sort of.
I've almost finished booking my belated honeymoon - can't wait. Need holiday. NEED HOLIDAY. The weather the last few days has made me ache for Bali a little bit too, that suffocating humidity and hot rain just rubs me up in all the right ways:) I love the smell of summer rain and the way that sort of humidity intensifies everything makes the air feel heavy, like you can touch it. I've had so many great memories in Bali over the years, they all always come rushing back in that drive from the airport on the first day I arrive. The taxi is always freezing cold and I open the windows and let the smells and sounds of Bali in. The humid smell, the clove cigarettes the floral frangipani's and incense from the millions of offerings, that sweet smell of hot fruit a little bit past it's best and that undercurrent of shit that is so uniquely Bali and is always there but somehow isn't too offensive.
I love the noises as well, the cars beeping, the pounding reggae mixed with red hot chilli peppers, jack johnson and a constant thread of faint traditional gamelan in the background - klongklongklong ka klong klong klong. Plait your hair? Manicurrre? beautiful girl! You come look my shop?
One of my first memories of Bali was arriving late at night on my first trip with the parents and my brother and sister. That night was a bit freaky, the hotel grounds were dark and the pool looked a bit scary because you couldn't see how deep it was. I was eight years old and my first impressions were not so great - the shit smell seemed a little bit more offensive that first trip and shortly after being put to bed I discovered rat poop and a snake skin in my fold out bed, and I really really hate snakes. The holiday did improve though:) I remember loving the food and the heat, I got very sunburnt and got my hair plaited and at night we'd go out for dinner and running through the wet grass out the front of the hotel I could feet tiny frogs squishing between my toes:) I remember dancing with my Dad at the Bali rock cafe late at night on the open air dance floor while it pissed down with rain and no one cared.
many many Bali trips have passed between now and then. I've had Bali as a troublesome 15yo hanging out with my sister for the first time as adults, I turned 18 on my first ever sans parentals Bali trip with two of my girls. We booked our flights and the first few nights accommodation and after that we just winged it. We woke up when we woke up and spent days lolling and lazing around with a little bit of shopping and a few temples thrown in for good measure. We ate when we were hungry - sometimes second lunch just had to be had, we had massages and went partying to the wee hours of the morning, we had afternoon nanna naps and had no plans and no schedule and it didn't bother us that we didn't know where we were sleeping the next night. We were young and free and empowered and it was our holiday and our world and all goodness.
I've also done trips with just my Mum, I'm a very good travelling companion (if you're paying) We've had big Bali hullaballoo family trips with aunts and uncles and noise and crazy where we would make an empty restaurant bursting with our arrival. More recently though it's been trips to Bali with hubby that have been the norm, occasionally with a little bit of family thrown in - because as soon as one person says Bali - everyone else says 'Me too! Me too!'
This trip will be different from all the rest, we have luxury digs booked. True honeymoon villa on the beach with private plunge pool and butler on call. Breakfast served on our deck each day and complimentary massage etc tec. It will be good:) said villa is also located 100m from our favourite bar, so there will still be lots of fun and drinking and stealing the microphone from the band and making them stay open just for us until the sun comes up. We will try to refrain from the early morning hotel room visit from last night’s barman asking if we would like to pay our bill now, though.
So, 6 nights in private pool villa in Bali, 4 nights in crazy party ping-pong Bangkok, 2 nights in chilled Chang Mai, 5 nights just outside of Phuket and then 2 nights in Singapore on the way home. Ready now! Yes please?
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