After two and half years we’ve decided that living in the close knit confines of a Retirement village isn’t for us. It’s time to move on….

We’ve done all we can with the small garden. We chose succulents for our front garden. Most of the plants came with us as small cuttings from our last house. From just a small piece poked into the ground, two and half years later it’s grown to be full garden. The rocks have been gathered from various places, and the critters have mainly been gifted to us from family and friends.

All of the rocks and critters will come with us, along with potted cuttings from each plant. I’ll love watching the little cuttings form the basis of a new succulent garden one day.

Our rear courtyard garden was bland walls with brick paving up to the walls when we moved in. It took a while to get this garden right. We ended up with trellis, and mirrors on the wall to create a feeling of space. We started off with fake greenery, but preferred the real thing. Bunnings raised garden beds went in with scented jasmine to ramble around the mirrors. For the adjacent wall we chose clumping bamboo. With miniature strelitzias, tropical greenery, and colourful impatiens we’ve been very happy with result.

The birdbath in the corner of the garden will come with us, as will the Buddha.

Where our own next garden will be is yet to be decided. The real estate market is manic at the moment. No sooner does a house go on the market and it goes under offer almost immediately. We’ve been very fortunate that we’ve found a rental with a periodical lease. We can’t take to long to find somewhere permanent though as the owner expects her circumstances will change in the not to distant future, a change that will allow her to move into the house herself. Once that change occurs I expect we’ll need to be ready to move within 6 – 8 weeks. In the meantime if we find something suitable to buy, we will also be able to give a similar amount of notice to allow time for settlement of our new house. We’re not tied to a lengthy lease.

So, why the move I hear you ask? A few things attracted us to the village two and half years ago. The quality and size of the house is not what one would expect in a retirement house. It’s a spacious house with beautiful hard wood Marri floors. It has a really good sized living area, a king sized master bedroom with a good sized ensuite, a Queen sized guest room also with it’s own ensuite, plus another good sized living room which can be used as a study, craft room, third bedroom, or in our case, a theatre room. This, together with parking for our caravan at our rear gate attracted us, so we thought it was worth giving it a try. (0ur caravan is now long gone).

We did, however, have reservations about living in such a close knit community. Our plan was to keep pretty much to ourselves. Ha! So much for plans. We did start getting involved, and then the problems started. We tried to back track, but that just put us a ‘damned if you do, and damned if you don’t’ situation. It became quite stressful.

I’m sure it’d all have settled down, but once bitten twice shy. We decided to cut our loses and move on sooner rather than later. Fortunately there’s a waiting list for homes in our village so it only took a little over a week for the offers to start coming in.

We will be moving out prior to settlement. It’ll take us a couple of weeks to fully move, then we’ll have to remove all the picture hooks, give everything a fresh coat of paint, and get the carpets cleaned for the new owners.

Over the past two days we’ve taken succulent cuttings and our garden rocks to the rental house, as well as a good bit of shed stuff. The house we’ll be renting has been vacant for a little while now. It’s all been freshly painted, and has had new floor coverings laid. So the house is fresh and lovely. The garden needs some work though. Yesterday paul mowed lawns, and we’ve pruned back roses and creepers and watered some very dried out stag horn ferns. It feels good, really good to have a decent sized garden to get my teeth into. Of course, we won’t be planting a lot in the new garden. But we’ll tidy up what’s there, and will get it all thriving, and we’ll get all our cuttings thriving in pots ready for our own new place – when we find it.

So here we go again, yet another move! Clearly it wont be our last, and quite likely wont even be our second to last. With the current shortage of available homes to buy, getting a house that perfectly suits us would be almost too much to hope for. Fingers are crossed that, even though the perfect home may allude us in this current housing crisis, at least a suitable roof over our head will eventuate before we have to vacate our temporary rental house. Scary eh!

We arrived back into Bali for the second time this year three nights ago. For this trip we have chosen the Padma, approximately 40 minutes drive north of Ubud.

The Padma, chosen after being highly recommended by a friend has lived up to expectations. From the misty outlook over dense tropical forest, to the steep, 1 kilometre walk down the winding paths to the tranquil, babbling creek that runs below, it’d be hard not to find this place, relaxing, impressive, memorable……

But as with our last trip to Bali earlier this year, it’s the people that impress me the most. The Balinese people are extremely family orientated, and proud to be so. The Balinese tradition is that at least one of the sons should marry and bring his bride into the family home. As the son’s parent’s grow old, it becomes the son and his family’s responsibility to care for them. No-one seems to resent this, in fact everyone I speak to seems to accept this as both an honour and a privilege.

What happens though to couples who aren’t fortunate enough to have sons – girls seem to accept, albeit sometimes with sadness, that they will move into their husband’s family home, even if it means leaving their parents without any offspring to care for them as they age. When this is the case I believe the responsibility of caring for any son-less couple as they age falls to the father’s brother’s family, (the daughter’s uncle).

Elta, who seems to be our main hostess tells me she married this year in February. Elta is the oldest of three girls and has no brothers. Apparently, there can be (but not always), a certain amount of social stigma should a newly married couple take up residence in the home of the wife’s parents, as apposed to the son’s parent’s home. Elta’s parents spoke with her during her teenage years suggesting that any prospective partners in the future be sounded out for their acceptance of moving into Elta’s family home. So that is just what Elta did. She told me that one of the happiest moments of her life was when her chosen partner indicated he had no reservations about this change to tradition. They’re now living happily in the back of her parents home in what’s called a Bale, which I think is a seperate abode on the same property. Her parents and her two younger sisters live in the main family home. It seems that both Elta and her parents hope the younger sisters will follow suit and also find partners that will happily live on the parents property. It sounds like there’ll be space found for them all either in the family abode, or by building a seperate bale on the same land.

I asked Elta about crime in Bali. Apparently there is not much of a crime rate here, however, like everywhere, Cyber-crime is on the rise. We ourselves fell victim to Cyber-crime twice just getting to Bali, the first time when we attempted to complete our Electronic Visa to enter Bali on line, and the second time when we attempted to do our Electronic Customs Declaration, also on line before entering the country. It wasn’t till we arrived into Denpasar airport that we became aware we had fallen victim to scammers. Fortunately though, when we return to Australia, I think we’ll be able to lodge a dispute with our bank, and I think we’ll get our money back. We’d like to lodge the dispute earlier, however to do so is likely to result in cancellation of current credit card, and that would leave us in a precarious financial situation for the rest of our holiday. So for now we’re just monitoring our account, and hoping we don’t see any unexpected money leave it.

During this conversation with Elta I was almost brought to tears as she related how she’d attempted to book a villa in Kuta for a few nights for herself and her husband following their wedding in February. Living in an inland village, they had been looking forward to a couple of nights by the seaside. However, they fell victim to scammers when booking their villa, and it seems that as they didn’t book through the safety of a travel agent, they have no recall. They lost their money, and so had no honeymoon away for a few nights at the seaside on their own. I gather they are now saving hard, hoping that one day before children arrive that they can treat themselves to a short holiday somewhere nice. I so hope she gets her wish.

I love getting to know the Balinese people. In Australia we ourselves are considered at best, comfortable financially, but by no means are we considered wealthy by Australian standards. Yet we can afford trips to Bali staying in luxury resorts, and we have travelled to many overseas countries. For most of the Balinese people, a few days holiday in a different location on their own island is the most their modest incomes can stretch to. Yet these people never fail to impress me with their genuine smiles, their happiness, and the pride they take in their jobs. By comparison, hospitality staff in Australia are often ashamed of their jobs, and their attitude when waiting on clients tables, or making up a hotel room bed can sometimes be resentful.

I often consider myself to be truly lucky to be living in Australia, but when holidaying in Bali, I wonder…… Are we really that lucky after all in Australia. Will I still feel lucky if I end up living the final years of my life, as many Australians do, in the lonely ward of some aged care facility. Will I be thinking in the final years of my life that it would have been nice to have been born into a financially poor, but family rich Balinese village. A holiday on this gorgeous Island certainly provides food for thought……

Having sold the caravan last year, long holidays chasing the sun are no longer an option for us. When we sold the van we decided on a two fold plan to help pass the winter months without having to feel the misery of months and months of dismal wintry weather. Our plan is to fly to Bali once or twice a winter for short breaks in the sun. We’ll only go for a length of time we’re happy to leave our pooch, Mr Tilly, with someone else, which will only about 2 – 3 weeks at most for each trip. The other thing we had planned on doing was embracing the cold by renting some dog friendly accommodation in the cold south west forest areas. The two essential criteria for the accommodation is a fire, something we don’t have in our retirement home, and the other essential criteria is that there needs to be forest walks near by, walks that don’t prohibit dogs because they go through national parks. So many of the forest walks in WA are in national parks where dogs aren’t allowed.

My son said, “yeh, good luck with finding a decent place that allows dogs mum”. I’m pleased to say, he was soooo wrong. We struck gold first time.

Using the Stayz website we started looking. Blue Wren Lodge near Denmark looked pretty good to us. So we booked it. After an enjoyable four hour drive down through undulating farming country, and forest lined roads we arrived at our destination.

We let ourselves in using the locked key box. Wow! How wrong our son was. The house is one of those lovely old character cottages, the type that have been added onto, and changed in all manner of ways. I’ve been trying to work out what the original cottage would have been, and I think it could well have originally been a small two bedroomed cottage with a country kitchen, a small lounge, and a back porch that may have held a small bathroom and a laundry. It’s no longer that small cottage. It’s now a lovely three bedroomed, two bathroom cottage that has two living rooms, a big kitchen, and a seperate dining area over three levels.

Upon letting ourselves in we explored the layout of the house, deciding which bedroom we’d use. The well equipped kitchen was our first welcome surprise. It has a dishwasher and a coffee machine, and the owners have thoughtfully added coffee, tea, sugar, a long life milk in the fridge, and glad wrap, alfoil, and baking paper.

There are two lounges, one with a gas fire, and the other with a slow combustion fire box. The fire was set ready to light, with enough wood for the first night. Outside there’s a wood pile, so although we did bring some wood with us, we didn’t need to. There are also column heaters in two of the bedrooms. We’ve been as warm as toast since we arrived.

There are three bedrooms, one with a queen bed and its own ensuite. The other two, one also with a queen bed, and the other with a set of bunk beds, (bottoms is queen, top bunk is single), share a bathroom. I think these two bedrooms were probably part of the original house. The bathroom they both share has a quirky slate lined shower accessed down several steps. I’ve been trying to work out how the bathroom fitted into the original design, and I think the shower has possibly been added into what may have been a verandah space . If only these walls could talk – but then I wouldn’t have the fun of trying to work it out!

And yes, the owners of Blue Wren Lodge have included shampoo, conditioner and shower wash too. Being a ‘dog friendly’ place has by no means meant we’ve had to rough it. The owners have thought of everything, there are little touches of all sorts of things to make our stay enjoyable. It’s all just lovely!

There’s a few areas outdoors to sit, and every one of the areas looks out to beautiful trees. I think the house is probably on about an acre, it’s all fully fenced so Mr Tilly is safe to wander around exploring. Beyond the wire fences are more trees. I just love it.

The back gate leads to walking tracks.

This morning the skies were blue so we went exploring down the track. An 8 1/2 km circuit (we took a few wrong turns) took us into town where we found the most amazing looking sour dough loaf for our lunch. Home again, and we enjoyed a simple lunch of sour dough and cheese. I diced a few dried apricots and simmered them until they had re-hydrated, then added a big spoonful of home made marmalade to it. With a glass of red, and sitting outside overlooking the trees, we were happy.

Hopefully tomorrow’s weather will also be kind to us and we’ll be able to explore a little more on the walking tracks. I believe the Wilson inlet is not far away. But for now – I found a jig saw amongst the many games and books in the bookcase. I’m less than 1/2 way to completing it, so that’s me occupied for the rest of the evening.

We recently had a friend visit from Mount Isa. Kerriann was coming to Perth for a work conference and as this was her first visit to the South West of WA she tacked a few days on so as to be able to do some site seeing with us in the Margaret River Area (3 hours south of Perth). We were honoured to play tour guide for the two days and one night she spent with us.

Knowing she’s a lover of both nature, and of good food we planned our itinerary accordingly. The tall Karri trees in Boranup forest were a must, as was Canal Rocks, a geographical feature that showcases the best of the rugged coastal scenery that borders our Cape to Cape walking track. Bussselton Jetty, the longest wooden pylon jetty in the Southern Hemisphere needed to be factored in too, and we decided to incorporate a short bush walk along the more gentle coastline on the Dunsborough side of the Naturaliste cape. A picnic would sustain us on the first day, and we chose Rustico on Hayshed Hill for a dining out experience that we knew would give her a pleasant and somewhat different experience to remember our little neck of the woods by. The two day itinerary follows:

Day 1 Map

Kerriann caught a South West Coach Line bus from Elizabeth Quay in Perth to Busselton arriving at 11.15am. We spent the morning putting together a picnic lunch, then met the bus with take away coffees from a nearby Cafe.

Our hellos quickly said, suitcase stashed into the boot and we headed south. First stop was the beautiful Boranup Forest. We headed down the Bussell highway driving through the pretty town of Cowaramup, then the township of Margaret River before cutting across to Caves Road to continue south until we reached the track that would take us into Boranup forest. The tall Karri trees are an absolute must see for any lover of nature visiting the area.

As it wasn’t a long week-end we knew the campground in the forest wouldn’t be full, so we used a picnic table in one of the camping spots. In our opinion it’s a much more picturesque and tranquil area than the day use area in the forest.

We treat any picnic like an occasion. Table clothes to suit the environment we’re picnicking in are always in our basket, crystal glasses for our wine, and silverware for our eating utensils. Todays fare was warming mulled wine to accompany a hearty minestrone soup with thick sliced fresh wholemeal bread, a caramel & macadamia nut slice and fresh crunchy red apples to follow, along with a thermos of boiling water for our tea and coffee.

Picnic over, we headed up Caves Road to Canal Rocks. Canal Rocks forms part of the rugged west coast, which showcases some amazing rock formations. The rocks in this particular area form a canal into which the waves crash through the narrow channel of water creating a spectacular and mesmerising show of nature at its best. Both Paul, and Kerriann have a bit of mountain goat in them and it didn’t take them long to start bounding over the rocks looking for the best vantage point to snap their photos.

It was freezing, but one brave teenage girl was doing back flips into the swirling water as it crashed through the channel below the walk bridge constructed to make viewing of the spectacle safe. Paul and I have visited Canal Rocks countless times but we never tire of it. It’s beautiful on a calm day, but on a stormy day it is absolutely amazing. This particular visit it was inbetween, just enough fury in the Indian Ocean waves to showcase the wild-ness of the region.

Next we headed over to the bush walking track that runs from the Cape Naturaliste lighthouse down the north east side of the Cape. Even though only a few kilometres separate the rugged west coast from the north east coast of this peninsula area it provides a great contrast of countryside to see. We had time for a short walk from Castle Rock to Meelup beach and back. Unfortunately June is a bit early for the whales that come down the coast on their way back to Antarctica. A few months later and it could almost be guaranteed that whales would have been seen just off shore.

The sun was dipping in the sky, so we had just enough time to head back to Sugarloaf Rock on the west coast. Sugarloaf Rock is amongst the most photographed geographical features in the area. Both amateur and professional photographers flock to the area on a cloudy night at sunset, although saying that, it’s never really crowded. It wasn’t at its best this night, but we still managed to get some reasonable photos as the sun dropped over the horizen.

That wrapped up Saturday. We came back to our place, cooked an easy dinner of chicken and vegetable stir fry with steamed rice, and followed it with Ice cream and warm blue berries. Then a sound night’s sleep ready to fit in as much as we could the next day.

Day two map.

Sunday saw us off to a good start with a light continental breakfast of muesli, yogurt, fruit, toast, and croissants before we headed out to see the Busselton Jetty. Being 1.8kms in length the jetty is the longest wooden pylon jetty in the southern hemisphere. It was almost completely destroyed by Cyclone Alby In 1978 and lay in ruins for several years before the townspeople decided they’d raise funds to rebuild it. It’s now the pride and joy of the coastal town of Busselton. There’s a lot of history attached to the jetty, but on this whirlwind trip there wasn’t time to delve too deeply into it. We did walk the length of the jetty though, and when at the end, almost 1.8kms out to sea we went down into the underwater observatory to see the colourful display that lies beneath.

We had booked into one of our favourite restaurants in the Margaret River region for lunch at 12.30pm. The degustation tapas served up at Rustico on Hayshed Hill certainly didn’t disappoint. With our visitor having been living for a number of years now in Mount Isa, Rustico is that little bit different to anything Kerriann will have seen for some time, so was a must do in showcasing what our little area has on offer for visitors to the region. Rustico suggests their patrons should allow 2 1/2 hours for their five course degustation tapas menu, and believe me 2 1/2 hours is needed. Each of the five courses is, in fact, two courses. So in reality it is 10 small courses. We managed to eat all of the food presented, but we did see some tables having their cheese course packaged up to take home for later. Bordering on fine dining, it’s rare in that although the courses are each quite small, together the ten courses provide a substantial quantity of quality food.

There was only a couple of hours left before we had to be back in Busselton for our guest to meet her 5.30pm bus to take her back up to Perth. We drove out to the surf beach near the Margaret River mouth. This area is home to the Margaret River Surf Classic, part of the world professional surfing circuit, and held in November each year. There were a few surfers out there trying their luck on the waves, but the waves were quite small and tame compared to what they are later in the season.

We arrived back in Busselton with about 15 minutes to spare, just enough time to head back to the Jetty area for some photos of the area taken from the shore.

It was a whirlwind two days, but we managed to give Kerriann a great snapshot look at the Margaret River Region. Kerriann gave us a whirlwind tour of her home area in the Atherton Tablelands in North Queensland a few years ago. It was such a pleasure to return the favour. I do hope she has taken some lovely photos, and some lovely memories away with her.

For our final five nights in Bali we decided to try out Nusa Dua. Some say they’d never stay in Nusa Dua as it ‘s to full of hotels. and some say they wouldn’t stay anywhere else. We chose the Nusa Dua Beach Hotel and Spa to try out the area for ourselves.

We’ve been very happy with our choice of accommodation, with one exception. We ended up somehow with two packages, the first being the Palace Club benefits. We wanted to stay in one of the Palace Club rooms as it has the Palace Club dining room away from the crowds which we’ve used for breakfast, afternoon tea, and pre-dinner drinks. The available food at each of the three sittings is substantial so purchasing any other meals is completely unnecessary, but sometimes a bit of added variety can be nice. However, we purchased this stay through Luxury escapes, and ended up with a second package also – all inclusive dining across all restaurants, plus free flow drinks at the bars from 3pm – 6pm, plus 4 spa treatments. It took us a couple of days to realise how stupid trying to take advantage of both packages was. The photo below is Paul on the first night after afternoon tea, pre-dinner cocktails and canapés in the Club Room, several cocktails at one of the many bars dotted around the place, and then dinner in one of the restaurants.

Yep, definitely too much to eat and drink that night. We’ve been trying to cut back each day but it’s not been easy. I’m sure I’ll go home at least 3 kgs heavier, my clothes are definitely fitting a bit more snugly.

The Nusa Dua Beach hotel and spa has proved to be a pleasant and comfortable place to stay. The grounds are expansive with beautiful gardens, some magnificent curtain trees, and there is a variety of pools and restaurants dotted around. Whilst most of the buildings are in Western type hotel style, there are still a significant amount of Balinese style thatched roofs, and soaring bamboo structures to give a pleasant Balinese feel to the place. I haven’t at any time during my stay felt that I could have been anywhere in the world, no, our choice of hotel has enough Balinese character to let me know I’m in Bali. It’s been a really good choice.

They have a few special dinners each week, with one of them being a seafood buffet set up on the lawn for the occasion. They had a live singer throughout the evening, (every night they have some sort of live entertainment), and at the seafood buffet they also had a special fire dance performance. We watched them transform the expansive lawn overlooking the beach into a huge special dining area complete with white table clothes and draped chairs. By the time it commenced at 7pm there were several huge buffet tables set up around the perimeter, each laden with so much food I’m sure they could have fed the whole of Bali. I couldn’t begin to remember what was on offer, I’ve never seen so much food in one place before. I loved the ice, and fruit carvings. The fire dance floor show was pretty good too.

The hotel runs along a public beach front. When we came to Bali more than 25 years ago the hawkers proved to be too much for us. They are a lot less demanding now than they were then, but even less demanding in Nusa Dua than elsewhere on the Island. Below is a video of a hawker displaying his kites for sale as he wanders down the beach. He’s not in anyone’s face at all. In fact, he provided a bit of something to see whilst we we were eating our lunch in the Italian restaurant.

While here we have had a reasonable look around Nusa Dua with a couple of morning walks. On one occasion we walked almost the length of the beach and hotel area right down to the Mulia. Bali is humid, so we walked slowly, taking almost two hours to get there, and we taxied back. We had wanted to check out the Mulia for future reference, as we thought we’d love it. However, we weren’t that impressed, it was too big for us, and too pristine. When we returned to our own hotel, it felt a lot more intimate, and we appreciated the gardens and green lawns even more. It felt like ‘coming home’.

There were definitely a few things that did impress us on our walk though. Firstly, everywhere was clean, and well maintained. Bali in general isn’t like that – in fact, excuse the expression, but for most of Bali once outside of the hotels, it’s pretty much a ‘shithole’. (That’s Paul’s expression for it). The footpaths are in bad repair, the drain covers broken, and rubbish is everywhere. Nusa Dua isn’t like that. The uncrowded footpaths are in good repair and shaded by beautiful trees, with lawns and gardens alongside. There is hardly any traffic on the roads comparatively too. This is the Bali some people aren’t impressed by – me, I love it! I’m happy to stay in clean Nusa Dua, but yes, I’ll still venture out to see other places on future trips, and there will definitely be future trips.

We leave before sunrise in tomorrow, so today we rose early and headed to the beach to see a final sunrise. It was beautiful. We’ll definitely be back.

I’ve heard it said that, ‘there’s something in Bali for everyone’. We have really enjoyed Sanur, Lembongan, and Nusa Dua. Of the three places though I suspect it is Nusa Dua, and in particular the Nusa Dua Beach Hotel and Spa (in the quieter Palace Club Rooms) that will likely be included in any future Bali trips. It’s been a real pleasure!

We’ll spend our fourth and last night on Lembongan tonight (for this trip, but we’re sure there’ll be another). Our digs at Palm Grove are certainly adequate, but being up the hill from the beach at Mushroom Bay, the location doesn’t perfectly fit the three L’s (location, location, and location).

There are two types of people who holiday. There are those who are out and about, rushing around like blue arsed flies, from the time they get out of bed to the time their heads touch the pillow again at night. These people want to see and experience absolutely everything a place has on offer. Then there’s those who like to get up and meander around at a leisurely pace, relaxing in their digs, lying on the beach, eating and drinking and just soaking up the ambience, with only a very few site seeing trips to add just a touch of interest. Paul and I are in the later, we spend a lot of time in our digs, so it’s important our digs provide us with the right ambience to enable us to relax without rushing around like ‘blue arsed flies’. There is certainly nothing wrong with Palm Grove, in fact it’s perfect for families, or for those people for whom their digs is simply just a comfortable bed at the end of hectic day. For us though, we’ve spied something that will suit us perfectly next time we come across to this little piece of paradise. I’ll tell you about that soon.

Yesterday we went on our organised tour of the Island. We were picked up and taken to a couple of other beaches, and then out to the mangroves where a punt took us through the peaceful mangroves. It was low tide so the sea water probably looked a bit murkier that it would have looked at high tide. It was oh, so peaceful though. We called our punt guide our ‘Gondolier’, and the punt our ‘gondola’, which we had to explain to our guide. He spent ages making sure he had his tongue wrapped around it, and I’m sure he would have been offering his services as ‘gondolier’ in his ‘gondola’ later that morning when the hoards of tourists arrived from the mainland for their day trips.

Looking back over the seaweed farms towards the mangroves – at high tide the water reaches up to the start of the greenery.

We left the Mangroves and drove on around the Island, the yellow suspension bridge that goes across to the other Island, the Devils tears (where sea swells break into a cave and send a huge misty sea-spray back out and up). Not being one of those holidayers though that is enthralled by everything there is to see, we were happy to get back to our own little piece of paradise at Mushroom Bay. I don’t think I’m hard to please, but really tourism around Bali, almost anywhere doesn’t really enthral me. The resorts are beautifully maintained, but outside the resorts the place is grubby, with unkempt dogs running around, and poor sanitation everywhere. I don’t say that with any judgement, it is what it is. It’s just too sad to see. Yet saying that, the people are lovely. So, I think I’ll be back, and whilst I’ll spend the bulk of my time in the pristine tourist areas, I will venture out from time to time for a reality check, a reminder, that ‘there but by the grace of God, go I’. I was so lucky to be born into the Western world (I think).

Next time we come to Lembongan I think we’ll be staying at Hai Tide in one of their sea side huts. I’ll show you:

With their sun lounges, and with the underneath furnished with tables and chairs, and lounge chairs, and only a few metres from the water’s edge – well what more could a lazy holiday maker like me want. The road down to the bay finishes with these huts to one side at the end of the road, and to the other side the main part of the Hai Tide resort which has three pools and two lovely restaurants. We’ve eaten most of our meals in their restaurants and found them to be very good, and reasonably priced. This is one of the restaurants photographed from the beach.

This is the inside of the bamboo construction.

And this is the view from our table at sunset.

Perhaps it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but for us – what a pleasure!

We were picked up from the Tandjung Sari at 8.30am and transported to the reasonably new, and very busy jetty to catch our fast boat from Sanur to Lembongan Island. Prior to the jetty’s completion, boarding the boats for the Islands required accessing the vessels by wading through the waves. All manner of boat tours leave from the jetty now, so it was a crowded place. Hawkers, walked around offering their wares to the myriads of tourists awaiting their boats. The days of ‘hard sell’ by the hawkers that we remembered from 25 years ago, now seems to be a thing of the past in Bali thankfully, so each approach to prospective customers was polite and un-demanding.

An old lady wandered from bin to bin collecting empty plastic bottles, I guess there must be a rebate available for returned plastics. A gentle, friendly dog, riddled with fleas tried to find a cool place on which to lie the patches of skin that he’d scratched bare. We watched the fleas running across the bare skin patches and saw his agonised face as he tried unsuccessfully to scratch away the source of his discomfit. As I remember that little dog scene and write about him, I feel my eyes well up with tears. I so desperately wanted to help the poor creature – I felt so helpless. This is Bali!

We boarded the fast boat with our carry on luggage feeling pleased with ourselves for ‘being sensible’ enough to have luggage that didn’t need checking in. As it turned out, we weren’t that sensible after all, and it was by sheer good luck rather than good management that our belongings didn’t end up getting soaked at the Lembongan end. As the boat pulled in to the beach we realised there was no jetty to alight from the boat, rather we had to climb over the end of the boat and wade into shore – not easy with a 7 kgs of hand luggage. Paul went first with his pack, and said a couple of times he nearly lost his feet and it was only by the boat staff quickly putting out a supporting hand that kept him upright and his pack dry. He deposited the pack on the shore and returned for my pack. I had rolled up my shorts and waded, luggage free, into shore. I had only just managed to keep on my feet, but the sea water had wet me almost to waist height. Needless to say, our luggage will be checked in for our return boat trip, and I’ll be wearing bathers and board shorts for the trip.

We were met by a driver and taken to our accommodation at Palm Grove Huts on Mushroom Bay. We had arrived a bit early so left our packs at reception and went to the on site restaurant for coffee. It was just after 11, so breakfast had finished, and lunch not yet started. Clearly this establishment was a giant step down from our Sanur accommodation with its all day dining, but at approximately 1/4 of the price I’m reminded that you get what you pay for. As there was no all day dining, we managed to get ourselves only a cup of coffee, there were no snacks to accompany it. We drank our coffee, went for a short orientation walk around the immediate neighbourhood, made an appointment for a massage, and went back to check out our accommodation.

Our hut is pleasantly located close to the clear, blue swimming pool. Whilst lacking in the little touches like soft tissues and anything over and above the absolute basic additions one has come to expect now in paid accommodation, it is certainly adequate. Body and hand wash, shampoo, loo paper, and two small bottles of water are supplied in the outdoor ensuite. Some of the boards are loose and in need of repair, so I remind myself to turn on the light at night so as to be able to watch my footing.

The hut has a beachy, white washed decor and is tucked away into a secluded little corner overlooking the pool. The structure isn’t lined, so there are gaps between the boards – a few ants run around over the dressing table, and I think to myself, ‘I hope nothing really nasty finds its way inside from between those gaps.’ The covered verandah is comfortably furnished with an outdoor lounge suite and coffee table.

Inside, the air conditioned room is furnished with a mosquito net covered king sized bed made up with with clean white linen. We also have a day bed in the room, an open wardrobe, dressing table, a TV, and a few other bits, certainly enough to ensure we’ll be comfortable for the next few days and nights.

We spent our afternoon relaxing around the pool with our books. I’m pleased to say the pool looks to be very clean and well maintained, and the water features at either end are working (unlike many of the other gorgeous water features around the property). The Sun loungers proved to be very comfortable, but show signs of dirt and neglect. The wooden boardwalks surrounding the pool and leading the way around the property, in places are in need of some attention. In fact as we wander around the whole place is lacking attention to detail, but I remind myself this is an island slowly recovering from the pandemic and the absence of tourists that it so desperately relies upon. The staff around the premises aren’t yet plentiful, so perhaps it is going to take a full, good, tourist season to see funds return sufficiently to enable the attention to detail the premises are currently lacking – the repair of loose floor boards, the return to working order of the many beautiful water features around the property, the sparse tropical gardens to be made lush and glorious, a restaurant that offers all day dining, and last but not least, the cleaning of those sun loungers around the pool.

We showered and headed out to our booked massage – it was a fantastic massage. Then back to our home for the next four nights, another shower to remove the massage oil, and out in search of a spot to eat dinner. Pork ribs and cool Crystal Bintangs (Bali’s beer) in a casual bar overlooking the waters of Mushroom Bay hit the spot perfectly.

A pleasant nights sleep, then off to take advantage of the included breakfast in the premise’s tarriff. Yes definitely at around 1/4 the price of our last accommodation, we are clearly getting ‘what we have paid for’. It was okay – just. So that’s our arrival into Lembongan. We’ll look around the Island over the next few days and I’ll look forward to showing you around later……

Four days in Sanur:

Our re-introduction to Bali after around 25 years began in Sanur. Our accommodation at the boutique Tandjung Sari bungalows certainly saw us off to a good start with Bali. The food at the restaurant, while not exceptional, is definitely on the better side of passable. Its downside, along with the downside of Tandjung Sari as a place to stay, is the prices. It is on the high side compared to other places around. One thing though that I’m pleased to say is that, talking to the staff, it appears the owners aren’t greedy. From what the staff tell us they’re all paid fairly, and according to Government regulations. From what we can gather this isn’t always the case. Some cheaper hotels seem to be maintaining their lower room and meal prices by paying their staff below what the government regulations require. The fact that our hosts appear to be giving their employees a fair cut from their takings certainly goes a long way to us accepting that perhaps we’re paying the right price, especially taking into account the quality of the place, the high attention to detail, and the biggest plus, the staff seem to be proud and content in their jobs.

Additional to the fact that the staff appear to be happy with their pay checks, is the fact that the hotel certainly doesn’t skimp on staff. This is something that is apparent wherever you are in Bali. On an Island where approximately 95% of employment revolves around the tourist industry, it’s clear that a lower wage structure supports more employment. Where ever we go service is always slow, despite an abundance of staff, yet clearly there would be 4 – 5 times as many wait staff in most eateries than are in any eatery in Australia. We’re here on holiday, as is almost everyone else eating in the food places, so what does it matter that service is slow.

When I look around at the Balinese people and their culture it makes me wonder if wealthy countries such as Australia have it right. Clearly people here in Bali are in general much poorer than the general population in Australia, and in general, most people here work longer hours, and for much less pay. Yet they all seem less stressed, and they all seem to be proud of their jobs and their working status. Ayu, our favourite waitress from Tandjung Sari was absolutely delightful, always happy and smiling, good at her job, and proud of her job.

It makes me wonder if western countries that have have fought for higher rates of pay have done themselves any favours. Clearly if one person is required to take on the equivalent work load of 4 – 5 people in countries that offer much lower rates of pay, then that one person is going to have to work 4 – 5 times harder and faster. Maybe that’s the reason so many people in Western countries seem so stressed and are suffering from job dissatisfaction. Maybe in Western countries expectations of everything are just too high, and consequently, we’re all suffering far more stress than we should be.

Anyway enough of that, here’s how we’ve spent our first four days.

Day 1, we settled into our accommodation and did a little bit of orientation around our digs. Our hotel is situated right on the beach with tables spreading across the beach path onto the sandy shore. The beach path runs for approximately 4 kms down the length of Sanur and it’s well kept and pleasant to walk on, providing one either walks on it in the early morning, or the late evening. Following dinner at our digs on the first night we walked along the path, and also upon rising early the following morning. It was quiet and peaceful on both occasions, however by 7.30am the path was teaming with people and dogs, all out for their morning walk. Thank goodness we rose early!

Day 2, We tackled the main street in search of a Tailor. I had brought some clothes with me from Australia that required a few alterations so had decided to make use of one of the many Tailors in Bali. The footpaths in Sanur on the Main Street are the same as elsewhere in Bali, in terrible repair, crowded, and dirty, and that’s just the way I remembered Bali from 25 years ago. My son refers to Sanur as Snore, or Kuta in cardigan, but the Main Street certainly wasn’t any sleepy little place that could justifiably be referred to as ‘snore’. It was chaos! We found a tailor and left my clothes to be altered. Then later we headed in the other direction but this time down the beach path. We found someone selling tickets on the fast boats that go daily to the island of Nusa Lembongan, so we arranged our boat ride to the Island for the four days of this trip following on from Sanur. Those four days will be spent on Nusa Lembongan. We also found the two restaurants that are listed on Tripadvisor as Sanur’s number one and number two. Both restaurants happen to be at the Andaz, approximately 15 minutes walk along the beach path. We booked for that eventing at Wok Wok, and for Saturday night, my birthday night, at the number one restaurant, The Fisherman’s Club. In the afternoon we lay in the sun on the beach lounges with our books before showering and heading to Wok Wok for dinner. Wok Wok was okay, but nothing memorable.

Day 3, A short walk, then an early breakfast before our driver picked us up at 8am for a big day, snorkelling and a private tour of a water fall. We headed up to the port where all the boats leave for Lombok, this was where our boat met us for the snorkelling. I had been wanting to go on one of the boats that line the shores of Sanur and sit there on the banks looking like giant spiders as the sun rises over the sands in the early morning, so was delighted to see that it was one of these boats that would transport us to our two snorkelling spots.

The snorkelling was good, but it was sad to see what had clearly one day been a glorious coral reef, now decimated by the interference of humans in pursuit of the tourist dollar. After snorkelling at two spots for around two hours we were taken back to the port for a shower and light lunch, were met by our driver, Ketut, and taken on our private tour to the waterfall, (a thoughtful Christmas gift voucher from our daughter and son-in-law). The water fall was lovely, but jam-packed with people.

Ketut was the highlight of the day, a real gem and so informative. We learned so much from him, the family structure, how life was during the pandemic, and even the meaning of Ketut. (In case you’re wondering Ketut means fourth born, and that’s why there are so many Ketuts in Bali, and it is only a Balinese name. There is another syllable before Ketut if a female happens to be the fourth born in a family). More on what we learnt from Ketut on how life was during the pandemic a little later…… We returned to the hotel, then wandered down the main street to pick up my alterations from the Tailor. All the alterations look to have been carried out well.

Day 4, 27th May, my 68th birthday. A later start today, so our pre-breakfast walk along the beach path was chaotic. We cut it short and headed back for breakfast. Then out in search of a spa for some birthday spoiling. Both Paul and I had a massage, plus I had a facial and manicure. I was going to have a full pedicure too, but opted out half way through the pedicure. My feet were just far too sensitive to be touched, and trying to keep them still was proving to be agony, so I forfeited the nail varnish. As far as massages go, it was okay, but certainly not the best I’ve had. It was very cheap though, only the equivalent of $75 for the 2 X 1 hour massages, plus the facial, manicure and pedicure. We lunched in house. The staff had noted my birthday and surprised me after lunch with a specially made birthday cake, and three of them sung happy birthday to me as I blew out the candle.

Not only that, but when we returned to our room they had placed a huge version of the usual small floral arrangement in our room with a special note wishing me a happy birthday. It’s those little, and not so little touches that turn what could be an ordinary holiday into something outstanding and memorable. What a pleasure!

We walked down to the Fisherman’s Club for dinner which was pleasant enough, but nothing overly memorable. I did love the big boat tables though.

This morning we said good by to Sanur, Ayu, and the Tandjung Sari and boarded the boat for Nusa Lembongan. I wonder how the next place will compare – the gardens, the staff, the room, and the view at Tandjung Sari have left what I’m sure will be a lasting impression. Thank you to Ayu and everyone else for the lasting memories.

After several packs, and re-packs for our Bali trip, and despite having a checked suitcase allowance, we finally settled on carry-on luggage only. We didn’t have the Carry-on + allowance so it meant we had to limit ourselves to only one bag each, and only 7kgs of weight each. My Ipad with its proper keyboard weighs in at approximately 1 1/2 kgs so it was tight, but I managed it. We headed up to Perth the day before so as to entrust Mr Tilly into Alices care. After a delicious dinner we set our alarm for 3am and had an early night so as to get to the airport for our early morning flight.

Apart from a 40 minute delay to take off, the flight went off without a hitch, and I was very pleased we’d settled on Carry-on luggage only – no waiting around at luggage turnstiles for us. Although saying that, and Bali being what it is, it still took forever to get through the airport. Our driver from the accommodation met us as we came through the gates, and after a 40 minute drive we arrived at our hotel, the Tandjung Sari, chosen specifically for it’s boutique, Balinese style, and because it’s so different from the big international hotel chains that seem to be the same no matter where you are in the world.

Our bungalow, number 30, is almost next door to the pool and restaurant, and we can look out to the beach for our verandah and private courtyard. The room has exceeded expectations. In the photos we saw on line the green tiled floors somehow looked a bit dated – in reality though they don’t look dated at all. They’re shiny and clean, and have a timeless, Balinese appeal to them. The size of the room has definitely exceeded my expectations, it’s HUGE. No photos can do justice to the size, or at least none I’m capable of taking. Take a look:

Outside the french doors is a small private garden.

This garden flows around the side from the front verandah and courtyard.

There’s a huge ensuite bathroom off our living/bedroom, with twin vanities, a big Balinese bathtub, and a seperate shower and loo.

Leading off that bathroom is door to an outside shower in the garden to the rear of the bungalow.

Plus we have a seperate dressing room with twin wardrobes, and a small seperate study with a desk and our bar fridge.

The Tanjung Sari is definitely not a resort. There is only one modest sized swimming pool, and only one restaurant that caters to all day dining. We were up early this morning to see the sun rising over the bay to the east of our accommodation. The staff were already quietly sweeping up and preparing for the day to come.

There’s no big Buffett for breakfast, although breakfast is included in the tariff. Everything is prepared and cooked fresh to order, which I’m very happy with – no buffets with food sitting out for hours being mulled over by all the hotels guests who arrive before me.

We really didn’t like Bali at all on our last visit. That was around 25 years ago, and on that visit we stayed in Legian. The hawkers were unbelievable, and totally spoiled any chance we may have had of finding something to like about the place. We have specifically chosen Sanur (or Snore as my son calls it), for the first four days of this trip with the hopes that we’ll find something away from the madding crowd in Bali for us. Everyone tells us there’s something in Bali for everyone. The Tanjung Sari has been chosen for the same reason, its simple, roomy boutique style is definitely appealing to us, and we’re hoping this time that at the end of this two week trip, we’ll have found a piece of paradise in Bali that we’ll be happy to return to time and time again. However, the price at Tandjung Sari may be prohibitive for return lengthy stays, it’s mainly been chosen as something that’s likely to give Bali a head start. We didn’t want to chose accommodation that got us off on the wrong foot.

So far the short flight here has definitely been a big plus. The weather is warm and ok through the day, gorgeous and balmy at night, and we like our digs. The jury’s still out though as to whether or not Bali will delight us enough on this trip so as to entice us back many times in the years to come. We’ll see!