First Stop Bali

Well, here I am again at the Como Shambhala in Bali.  And trying my hand at blogging.  This is a brave new world for me - will anyone find this interesting or is it just an exercise in self-indulgence?  I guess self-indulgence isn't all that uncommon - Eat, Love, Pray managed to make one woman's pretty boring and meaningless gap-year into a money making fest.  Nothing wrong with that!  And who knows, maybe the things I learn along the way will be useful for more than just my own joy.

But I digress - here I am at the Como Shabhala in beautiful Ubud.  To use the word beautiful is a severe understatement but I don't have a thesaurus handy to find something more dashing.  Unfortunately, I lack the words of poets or writers and sadly also lack the eye of an artist or photographer, so you'll just have to take my word for it (unless I can actually work out how to post pictures and share some images - word of warning, they will be without flair and will not do this place justice but they may be just enough to make you jealous).

I arrived on Wednesday following a non eventful flight from Adelaide, via Sydney.  One thing worth mentioning is that when you next come to Bali, invest in the fast track service if your resort offers it.  Skipping immigration and customs queues is priceless (and you know, helps to reinforce my delusions of grandeur as I (yes, somewhat smugly) watched the great unwashed vying for the shortest line).

Yesterday was an arduous day - woke up around 7 am, had breakfast, went for a walk.  Rested for an hour.  Did a pilates class.  Ate lunch.  Had a consultation with the resident doctor to establish what's broken - only my back after he finished with it (osteopathy my ass, the man is a sadist and heavier than he looks).  Then on to yoga.  Then a massage and scrub with a variety of herbs that made me smell like dinner.  Which then made me hungry so I had dinner.  After that I played with my computer, watched a bit of telly and went to bed.  Holidays are hard work, even when you aren't chasing unicorns.

This morning has been a bit more civilised.  I skipped yoga but as my cleanse has officially commenced, I had to eat soup for breakfast.  The fact that it was delicious did not counteract my inclination to pout and rebel, so in exchange for having to give up breakfast crepes, I decided yoga could go pretzel itself.  I will however go to hydro class shortly and may even go on a bike ride through the rice paddies this afternoon.  But only if the soup for lunch is as tasty as this morning's.  Then I am booked in for an Indonesian massage later this evening.  I think I will once again fall into bed, utterly exhausted.  Healthful living takes enormous energy.  (I'm not sure if I should somehow identify the sarcasm in a different font or something - I wouldn't want you all to think I've fallen off my tree more than usual.)

I'll end this inaugural post with today's thought for the day (courtesy of Kristy Mason's farewell gift):  "The bravest sight in all the world is someone fighting against the odds."  Well, that's true and noble and quite inspiring.  Personally, I think the bravest sight in all the world was me walking into a store to buy a computer, unaided.  But that's just me being self indulgent again.

Peace out, be good to yourselves and each other, etc, etc, etc.

PS,
I have to go to hydro now but will try to up-load some photos later.