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Tourism…the road less travelled. Please.
Driving out through the back of Ubud to a Balinese wedding yesterday gave me the chance to give the purpose of Bali Soul Journals more thought. Sometimes a sense of importance, of urgency, comes...
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Reflections of our journey so far
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end. Ernest Hemingway The journey continues and yet, I know it’s not going to end next month when we print Bali...
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Journey of a travel writer
Not all those who wander are lost. J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring I’m sure Don George won’t mind me using the words of Mr Tolkien to introduce him. It’s most likely he will smile and...
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A new year begins
At the end of 2012, I held out little for the year ahead, I was going to let 2013 roll out in all its glory. But on 13 January, my husband and I were mugged, and I came very close to serious injury....
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My 2013 Reflection – Stepping Stones
When I sit down to write a reflection I generally turn up with a blank page. I am not one to consciously think about details. Mostly everything is off the cuff, I don’t sit and think “Oh, this is a...
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Who invited you to Bali.
This morning, I took a walk through the streets of Canggu. Now that Bali Soul Journals is finished, I am contemplating my role in 2014, as a guest not just in Bali, but in Indonesia. Join me on my...
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The road to Gilimanuk
I was on the road to Gilimanuk that leads to the west coast of Bali, and the words of Maggie Thatcher of all people, were triggered in my head. Cars zoomed past both ears as I cautiously edged my way...
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The history of the rice paddy (or, how a nonsensical term makes sense!)
A reader wrote on one of my blogs the other day. He was most affronted that I used the term rice paddy, and begged me to do my research before I hit the keyboard. It brought a smile to my lips. You...
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The theft of Paradise
The views are breathtaking. Waves crash onto the island, the energy of their fury roaring up the cliffs on the wind. Tall trees with spines as straight as a ruler and trunks as white as bleached bones...
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Noah and his Ark
Every now and then, meeting someone causes me to pause, to check in with my soul and make sure that I truly am living a life of purpose. Last night, Dr Francine Neogo was one of those people. At 85...
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