I'm actually in Bali at the moment, and NOT Iran as the hacker trying out my account names and passwords seems to be. Remember ... Bali? 2 week Yoga Therapy Course ? Please keep up. Returning from 11 month sabbatical, my recreation leave balance was way up - so take 2 weeks? Well, if you … Continue reading …not in Iran.
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wall…
I've hit a brick wall with my creativity in the past few weeks. A dry spell to match the 36+ degree days and hot summer nights here now that summer has kicked it into high gear. I've run out of stories to tell and the fancy words just aren't there. They are definitely in there … Continue reading wall…
re-entry…
So I'm back at work now. You can imagine my excitement. Back in Dubbo, Australia now for 10 days, spending the last 5 days locked in an office, glued to a phone and computer, staring out a distant window at the sunlight, wishing I was somewhere else. Its 'Luke Skywalker Syndrome' at its worst and … Continue reading re-entry…
homecoming…
I'm back where I started 11 months ago and the only thing that's changed is me. Leaving Chiang Mai on Monday was just another flight, just another airport and I guess didn't really even register as a "this is over" moment as far as my travels for 2016 was concerned. I'd tried not to dwell … Continue reading homecoming…
reframe…
"Whats Next?" is a big question that's been driving me forward for a while now. Sometimes you can provide the answer, but most times you cant and the universe decides on your behalf. For me, circumstances back home have aligned unexpectedly to give me a small window to return and cut short my year of … Continue reading reframe…
a day at the museum 2…
Audio Tour locked and loaded! Deciding where to start was the hard part. The audio tour recommended several options - a 2 hour "greatest hits" tour of the big ticket items, a random walkabout tour where you could punch in the exhibit numbers for a commentary, and a full guided A - Z tour. Or … Continue reading a day at the museum 2…
baguette?…
...was about the extent of my French when I hit Paris. Well maybe not just 'baguette'...I'd heard horror stories about the legendary rudeness of Parisians (and the French in general) towards non-French speaking foreigners/tourists and I was a little bit worried. In the last few days of Tunis (thanks to my Tunisian friends expert tutelage) … Continue reading baguette?…
We’ll always have Paris…
... which is lucky as I never made it to Casablanca. With the watery ghost of the viral infection/food poisoning still lingering, I was physically exhausted. On the plus side it was great for losing weight, but the minuses sucked. Sleeping was difficult and I couldn't venture far from a bathroom. Although I've a generally … Continue reading We’ll always have Paris…
…Far far away!
I'm at a turning point in this trip. Bingo funds. Push on or turn back but as my Dad always said "It's bad luck to turn back". Leaving the chaos of Cairo far behind, I was heading for Morocco for my birthday. Megan was staying in Cairo, D' had gone home and it was time … Continue reading …Far far away!
Man Down! 