A wander around town

Muslim exodus from Bali, to celebrate Eid-ul Fitri on Java | Demotix.com






Muslim exodus from Bali, to celebrate Eid-ul Fitri on Java | Demotix.com.

Talk about extraordinary, we got to Bali and somebody forgot to tell them we were coming, because…THERE”S NOBODY HERE!!

Well, technically speaking. We’ve arrived at the tail end of Ramadan, which is the biggest event on the Muslim calendar. Basically, it’s a fast for 30 days which ends with a big-ass festival called, Eid-ul Fitri. What does that mean for us? It means almost every Javanese on the island has gone home to celebrate Eid-ul Fitri at home. So, nobody’s minding the shop.

That’s right, almost every shop, bank and business in Bali is CLOSED until Sept 5. Well, at least we’ll save money!!


Rough start to the great Adventure

You thought Justin had a “Graphic Warning” … Disclaimer some of the post below may disturb or cause discomfort for some readers … you’ve been warned.

So my start to our adventure went like this …

woke at 3.30 am – 2 hours too early – to the feeling of the onset of Cystitis (yes boys and those faint of heart, you can stop reading now – it gets worse). Incredible pain that meant no more sleep for me while I downed alkalising drinks and pain killers.

Justin offered to change the flights due to my pain, but ‘uh uh’ we ARE going!

So the drive, by beautiful Jess, to the airport was to say the least, uncomfortable, particularly the last 20 mins as we crept towards the airport in traffic while I was desperate for the toilet and crawling out of my skin in pain. I jumped out as soon as we were anywhere near the airport doors and ran away, leaving Justin with the bags. We were the last on our flight to check in and was in such a rush that we didn’t even get a chance to buy any duty free booze, nor a bottle of water!

Finally on the plane and the flight was not too bad, direct flight is the way to go, just under 6 hours.

We arrived to beautiful heat, and our lovely friends Alan & Gary. They picked us up in ‘George’ an old style Mercedes and took us shopping for essentials. We dashed around grabbing a few things to sustain us for a few days, and probably seemed like a miserable pair as I was in pain and Justin .. well you read his blog 😛

I did find a pharmacy which, after some funny charades, gave me something that I assume are antibiotics, which is just as well. When we got to our new place I discovered I was now urinating blood 😦

Which is unpleasant.

Justin swam, I tried not to be as miserable as I felt … knowing this will pass and that I am in paradise regardless.

We made dinner in our small hotchpotch collection of pans. We managed to buy 2 plates, 2 bowls, a fry pan, a pot & a stir-fry pan. The chicken breast we bought was, unbeknownst to us at the time of purchase, still attached to the breast bone. I got to show off my exciting past working in a chicken butchers by separating it, and Justin cooked usa stir-fry, which was really good.20110831-101308.jpg

This morning we drifted in & out of sleep listening to roosters crow as the sun came up, and the streets slowly start to wake. Finally at 8.30 I was starving and woke Justin who made us bacon & eggs for breakfast.


It is cloudy today, but warm. My body feels the same temperature as the air, and this for me, is one of the most pleasant feelings in life.

And so, yes, the adventure has begun.


First pics

We’re here!!

Eventful morning, traffic built up outside the airport and Fiona busting to use the loo. Almost had to resort to using an almost empty container of hand wipes in Jesse’s back seat, but fortunately for Jesse’s upholstery, Fi ejector-seated herself out of the car and ran into the airport ahead of us. Chariots of Fire music sounding in my head. Onto the plane with minutes to spare, direct flight from Melbourne to Bali…nice. Only one incident of the guy next to me grabbing me in his sleep, must have been either one of those “falling” dreams, or he was a dog catching frisbees in his mouth.

BAM!! Warm, sunshine and did I mention…warm? Two degrees in Melbourne when we got up this morning and a balmy 29 degrees in Bali. Our good friends, Alan and Gary, greeted us at the airport and ferried us to Carrefour (the Swiss army-knife of shopping centres – think Bunnings, Target, K-mart, Goodguys all rolled into one). Grabbed some essentials for what we’ll be needing and horror to my horror, I had to use the bathroom.

GRAPHIC WARNING: Don’t try this at home kids…

One empty stall…one empty toilet roll…and a bidet hose. You do the math! So there I am, pants round my ankles, mysteriously hovering above the seat, having just been blasted by a supercharged super soaker…how do you dry yourself? Gotta roll up your sleeves and do a bit of Karate Kid action, wax-on, wax-off with your forearms. At least you can wash them in the basin outside and dry them off with the one single hand dryer…THAT DOESN’T WORK!!

Well, it could have been worse, it could have been YOU instead of me.

Fast forward a few hours and we’re drifting on a lilo in the middle of our beautiful swimming pool in our amazing Bali haven.

One thing is for sure, it sure ain’t “ordinary”.

And so…it begins!

Bags are packed and we’re ready to go. One more sleep until we head off on our wild and crazy adventure in Bali. Five months in paradise, hard I know, but what else can we do? We made a pact to never be “ordinary”, and so it goes, we must venture off into the wild blue yonder, exploring new worlds and adventuring into the unknown. What lies ahead, we have no idea, but there’s an air of excitement and trepidation, at least, I think that’s what that smell is? And all I can think as I look into the beautiful brown eyes of the love of my life is…look out world, here we come!