Greetings from Bali

One thing about holidays and me is that time seems to go very slow.  I'm unable to sleep much more than I usually sleep, and since nothing in Asia seems to open before 11am I find myself looking at my watch and thinking, is it REALLY only 8:45am?  Did I really only leave Melbourne 4 days ago?

I have been in Bali about 16 hours now, and it has rained for about 15 of those hours.  Maybe a bit more.  And when she I say rain, I mean rain.  Monsoon.  Perfect excuse to splurge a whole USD11 for the best massage I've had in my whole entire life.  I don't think the forecast is looking any better for the remainder of the week that I am here.  Not to worry, there's always facials and reflexology and cocktails and pedicures to keep me occupied.

While Singapore was all about order with a lot of shopping, trust Bali to bring you down to earth.  This place really is the best and the worst of everything in this world.  From amazing food and hospitality to amazing 6 star resorts tucked away behind a street full of extreme poverty, unsafe driving, drugs, prostitution and stray diseased dogs. 

I had the longest list of sights and sounds I wanted to see, but I don't think the monsoon is likely to let me do that, so I may as well go back to bed and watch the discovery channel and write those postcards I promised.

I decided at the very last minute, not to bring my laptop, so no live updates or photos until I return to Melbourne.  I wish I had the time to visit each and every one of your blogs and write each and every one of you an email, but I don't, so with this post, I hope you all had a blessed Christmas and I wish you all a happy, healthy, successful and adventerous new year.


M xxx