Our flight was cancelled out of Bali due to the volcano activity of Mount Agung and so we travelled further to the South to the beautiful Ulu Watu. We’d booked a wonderful villa with our fantastic new friends and thought we were set for the week and to see if we could catch a pocket in the ash cloud the following week – more to come on this amazing place on another blog!
BUT, an emergency flight call came in the very next morning, and not wanting to miss Christmas in Australia with the family, we jumped at the chance and in a rush of packing and flying to the airport, we made it to Melbourne.
A total shift to our original plans, and the city was truly a rude awakening and reverse culture shock to our spirits. All the hard work and lessons we thought we had learnt in Bali seem shattered within days.
We started to panic, but oh so luckily found this most beautiful of farmsteads to stay on – to give us some time to breathe again and re-find our feet. We really need to find this balance between the totally insular life we’ve been able to create in Bali, and the ‘real world’ of society and expectation and demands.
Just arriving at the train station in the middle of the bush – with miles of open sky and sprawling land. It was like something out of a romance movie. It was utterly breathtaking and just breathing in the warm air filled me with such a beautiful longing and remembering its hard to explain.
Its safe to say we were re-ignited here, given the space and time to let a little soul explosion take place. And we remembered who we were and all the whys….