The last time I went to Bali, it was at the rump end of a three-month backpacking journey. We were enroute from London, our home for five years, back to New Zealand.
By the time we reached this idyllic cluster of islands, we were tired, hot, grumpy and wearing clothes that hadn't seen the inside of a washing machine for weeks.
And although we fell in love with the peaceful people and the countryside, with its tangled jungle and lush green paddy fields, we have never been in a hurry to go back.
Tomorrow that changes when I fly to the Indonesian island for a media trip. While last time we stayed in the cheapest accommodation possible, trying to make our money last until we got home, this time around I'll be checking out five luxury resorts for a magazine story. Oh how times have changed.
See you on the other side...
(Pic credit: Jakarta Post)
By the time we reached this idyllic cluster of islands, we were tired, hot, grumpy and wearing clothes that hadn't seen the inside of a washing machine for weeks.
And although we fell in love with the peaceful people and the countryside, with its tangled jungle and lush green paddy fields, we have never been in a hurry to go back.
Tomorrow that changes when I fly to the Indonesian island for a media trip. While last time we stayed in the cheapest accommodation possible, trying to make our money last until we got home, this time around I'll be checking out five luxury resorts for a magazine story. Oh how times have changed.
See you on the other side...
(Pic credit: Jakarta Post)
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