After living high on the hog for over a week in my jungle palace, I’m heading down the hill into town where there are less frogs, more restaurants and I’ll have to share a pool. I celebrated a successful morning of writing seeing just how waterproof my non-waterproof camera is.
So, after the extremely satisfying task of express mailing my signed contract for Book #3 off to my agent in NY… …I’m on my way back from the supermarket, winding my way down a cute little shoppy street and accidentally hobble right into The Monkey Forest (didn’t realize where I was) with a bagful of bananas. Doh! A blurry minute… Read More ▶
My new pal, Adi (whose name is definitely spelled wrong), the assistant manager of the Pita Maha Resort where I’m presently staying, drove me around the little villages outside of Ubud so I could look for houses to rent. And meet his wife and kids. He explained that the ladies walking by with 80 pounds of fruit on their… Read More ▶
I almost didn’t come to Bali. In my opinion, Bali is for amateurs. Everyone who has a yoga mat and a passport and a mid life crisis has been to Bali. Plus, if I hear one more person utter the words Eat, Pray, or Love in reference to my life I’m going to start screaming and never stop. I’m so… Read More ▶
One of the casualties of my beloved no-set-plan traveling is there are often few to zero good seats left by the time I choose where I’m going next, and first-class prices by that time are usually a full-on fuggetaboutit. Up until a week ago I was planning to go to Sri Lanka instead of Bali, and my last minute switcheroo… Read More ▶
Here’s a little story that should raise the hair on your arms. I decide it’s time for me to see New Zealand and visit my pal Nancy and I think to myself I think, self, we can’t be down under and not visit Ashlee in Australia. Ashlee is someone I shared an apartment with a million years ago (1989 to… Read More ▶
Airports. I luv em! I really do, I find them infinitely exciting, all these people from all over the world about to share in the staggering miracle of flight and exploration of foreign lands. And, when you’re in the Auckland Airport, mandatory chillaxin if your gate hasn’t been chosen yet: Auckland Airport even backs up its demand by littering the… Read More ▶