Our villa manager was taking us to Ubud that day, to show us the places her guests usually like to be taken. We bought silver jewellery at the market, wandered around the temples, that sort of thing. We were having a cold beer and iced coffee (not together, gross) at Cafe Lotus, overlooking the Pura Taman Kemuda Saraswati and the large lotus pond, when we asked our villa manager where our next stop on today’s trip would be. She told us the Monkey Forest before heading up to see the Mt Batur volcano, and while neither of us are keen monkey-lovers, it seemed the thing people did when they went to Ubud. We’d had dinner with some Australian friends a few days earlier and they said it was lovely – the monkeys even sat on your shoulder and ate bananas. To the monkey forest we went.
The wait is over! I’m back today! But not for long. 8am Tomorrow sees me do the Melbourne-Sydney-LA-Portland gauntlet so I’ll be away from here a bit longer. I think.
Today’s gem is brought to you by pregnancy insomnia and this beautiful photo of somewhere in the Whitsundays I took during my last trip there. Have you ever been? Also, have you travelled solo with a baby? That post makes me so nostalgic.
As does this one. I don’t miss being fat in the middle of the night, not being able to roll over, and having to pee every 15 minutes which doesn’t matter because you’re sleeping upright thanks to heartburn anyway. Don’t miss that at all. But I do miss these songs – some of which I haven’t heard since this post went live four years and one week ago.
When I had some crazy insomnia in my latter stages of pregnancy, I was too big, fat and lazy to get out of bed and be useful. It was 4am, I was over-tired, and all I wanted to do was sleep. I’ve heard of people getting up and cleaning, baking, organising baby clothes – not me. I chose to lay there with my eyes closed and have something that required minimal effort to entertain me.
Today I’m going on a little sojourn for the next few weeks: first up – Bali with my love to celebrate 10 years together. The girls will be with their grandma, who is BY FAR the most excited person about this arrangement. And I’m absolutely beside myself, so that’s saying something.
The week after that, I’ve got a conference in Portland that has come up unexpectedly. Well the trip has come up unexpectedly, the conference has been around for ages. It will just be me solo, so that means quite a bit more time away from the girls than I am used to. Eagle-eyed watchers could have found me at any given moment these last few days watching my children like a lovestruck fool, getting emotional over their tiny socks, and squeezing them until they beg to get away. I really, really love being with my kids. They’re awesome company and incredibly cute. They also let me eat the bulk of the chips.
I also love travelling so it’s quite the conundrum.
I have no idea how I’ll handle it, so I’ll head into it like I do most things: assume it will all be ok until proven otherwise. Plan on crying less than a handful of times. Try to stick to that.
So you don’t cry while I’m gone I’ve got some little things planned here, but on the whole I’m going to go be.
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My recent trip through the NSW south coast saw me swinging in to the largest Buddhist temple in the Southern Hemisphere on my way to Paperbark Camp. Fortunately here there were no weird animal noises, just a lot of good food and culture.
Paperbark Camp, in the pristine bush of Jervis Bay, NSW, was the one place that raised eyebrows when people asked where I was headed on my Sydney trip. It was also the one place the majority of people were jealous of! I had never heard of it, but it seems it’s super-popular and everyone I talked to was dying to go, or had been and wanted to go back.
And with good reason.
As you may or may not have seen last week, after my quick trip to Sydney for the annual Remarkables get-together, I stayed on for an extra couple of days to check out what there is do do/see/eat in New South Wales – and I found out, there’s a lot.
I’ve lived in NSW a couple of times, and driven through there plenty, but never have I stayed in such lovely places, been looked after so well, and eaten SO MUCH. Oy. NSW, you are delicious.
I travel quite a few times a year, both for work and play, and while there’s ALWAYS something I forget (coming to you live from an interstate hotel room without the right bra for my party dress tonight, watch out everyone at chest-height), I’ve mostly gotten it down to an automatic art.
There isn’t much to my routine, I’m a minimalist traveller after all, and I mostly do it in a rush and with only half my mind on the job, but it works for me. It ensures I get where I’m going with what I need, and that I’ll be entertained on the way.
Last week we drove the Great Ocean Road, me just post-surgery falling asleep in the car every half hour, the little one managing to keep a lid on her carsickness for most of the trip, and our eyes constantly on the shoreline. Well, except that one kid who likes livestock.