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8.6786° S, 115.4556° E

8.6786° S, 115.4556° E

 

We are the people who pack an entire suitcase of food when we go on holidays.

Its stems from having four babies in under seven years, so our normal was to take everything with us if leaving the house for longer than eight hours. The rational was simple. What if the destination didn't have what we needed and more poignantly...what if there was an apocalypse and we were stranded without basic needs?! Not to mention my kids are a little scrawny and I could protect them by bribing zombies, you know, if it came to that.

Seriously though. This suitcase of food, as embarrassing as it is to admit, has saved us money, gotten us through power cuts and kept our small people happy and quiet, in places all around the world. So, as I pack all the backpacks into our now empty suitcase and reflect on a great holiday had, full bellies of children, I'm ready to leave this beautiful island place and I'm beaming at the memories my girls are taking with them. 

Nusa Lembongan is just off the coast of Bali, Indonesia and is easily accessible by boat. My tip is to go with a reputable company and try to see the boat before hand because sometime fancy boat in a glossy brochure does not always equal what is beached before you when you wade into the warm ocean waters clutching your skirt up, with porters just ahead carrying your bags. Don't fret, the water is warm and I spied life jackets on board.

The trip itself is very dependent on the tide/weather and generally how you fair with being at sea. Personally, I get nauseated just going around corners as a passenger in a car so if you’re the same, the local Apotek (pharmacist) sells Travel calm. Take them. I'd usually advise a more natural approach first and ginger and seasickness bands are excellent, unless you're approaching the boat with a churning stomach from the car ride like myself. But back to the island.

Approaching paradise I was stuck by being able to see the ocean floor, because it was just that clear. There was no rubbish in the water like I'd been previously warned, just beautiful blue water that became clearer the closer the boat approached the shore. Shaking of the nausea and after a little kid wrangling, I dismounted into knee deep water and waited for the energetic porters to hand over our suitcase of food. Surprise! I didn't forget I was coming back to the theme of the food bag (I can hear my Mum rolling here eyes again because I ramble on about things like this!). 

Said food bag is next to me on the path and I gaze back out to a sea of various blues and a sky thats ripening itself for a spectacular sunset. Critically, my mind shoots to the salty crackers hopefully intact inside the bag which will accompany the cocktail that i'm now obsessing over because...SUNSET!!!!!

We follow the porter to our villa and its lovely. Small, simple, private but just there. Right next to the beach, literally three steps away. And with children distracted by the promise of wifi once they've unpacked, I fumble with food bag, retrieve the crackers and turn for the door whereby my glowing Husband is looking like the proudest man on earth because in his two hands are the cocktails. And in mine are crackers. And we are on holiday. And I am 8.6786° S, 115.4556° E and ready to relax.

10 years married

10 years married

Travelling, 18 years ago.

Travelling, 18 years ago.

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