Tuesday, 31 August 2010
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Monday, 30 August 2010
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Friday, 27 August 2010
b) he's planning to do it without all the proper equipment - merely a pair of cheap $30 Indonesian hiking boots procured yesterday from god knows where, and a $4 bright yellow plastic pair of sunglass headlamps (reminiscent of Orbital - had they been children's telly presenters as opposed to superstar dj's....)
c) his 'guide' is just some local dude he met last week who has apparently climbed it a couple of times
d) the final ascent is meant to be a treacherous three hour straight up affair, scrambling in pitch dark, and i've heard a fair few troublesome tales relayed by apparently seasoned climbers who found it daunting/dangerous
e) the climb begins at 2:30....in the bloody middle of the night!
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Friday, August 27, 2010
Thursday, 26 August 2010
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Sunday, 22 August 2010
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Thursday, 19 August 2010
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Wednesday, 18 August 2010
The other night at dinner, Dumpie pushed his plate away and refused to eat anymore.
"I don't want to be fat" said my three and a half year old.
"WHAT?!" I exclaimed, hoping I had somehow misheard.
"I. Don't. Want. To. Be. Fat." repeated Dumpie, this time pausing dramatically between words to make sure I got the message.
"But my darling, you are NOT fat! Why would you think you're fat?"
Dumpie hopped down from the table and stood before me, jutting his gorgeous Winnie-the-Pooh-esque belly toward me and lifting up his shirt.
"See. Big tummy."
We looked at his precious little tummy together and I stifled a giggle. He was serious. I just wanted to kiss it. Where on earth has this recent preoccupation come from??
Eggie joined in and said, "I don't want to be fat either. Am I fat Mama?"
A long and serious conversation followed whereby I attempted to maintain a straight face and explain that they were both skinny and had absolutely no reason to be worried about their weight. Watching them pull up their respective t-shirts and measure tummies mid-speech was priceless...especially as Dumpie, still only three, has a high, round tummy and Egg a svelte one.
Thinking this issue had been put to rest, I was most disconcerted to be asked last night by Dumpie, totally out of the blue, "Mama, how can I get skinny?"
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Monday, 16 August 2010
Six months to the day that we crammed all our valuables into cheap cardboard boxes (i TOLD the husband not to scrimp and get the cheap ones), frantically raced from room to room cramming last minute objects into any available luggage space (which would explain the Chanel Nail Varnish and 'Fried Green Tomatoes' dvd, both of which inexplicably made their way to SouthEast Asia), and boarded Kingfisher Air, the 'King of Indian Beers' airline, not looking back even once.
Are we happy? (Yup)
Are we glad we're not taking our scheduled return ticket back to the UK this month? (Yup)
Are we bored of the constantly perfect weather, divine affordable eateries and picture perfect beaches? (Nope. You kidding?)
See, the thing is, although we do occasionally pine for London (the pub, Waitrose, my oven, red wine, my clothes, a mosquito-free bedroom, etc.) we know how darn lucky we are. Despite being domesticated to the extent of having two dependents, the husband and I are still 'living the dream' that we did years ago when traveling the world as crusty backpackers.
Every day is a mini-adventure, and today felt like one of those textbook days which just leave you feeling nothing but grateful:
8am - wake up
9am - freshly brewed coffee in magnificant garden
10am - London mates swing by for a quick goodbye en route to airport
12pm - lunch in garden
1pm - scooter around town with husband and purchase new helmets
3pm - afternoon snack in garden
5pm - hour long massages for each of us here in our home
8pm - dinner delivered from local 'warung'
In between all this we had two lovely local ladies making our beds, doing our dishes, feeding our children, taking our laundry to be washed, doing our grocery shopping, mopping the floor, playing with the monsters and dealing with Dumpies late afternoon 'accident'.
And you ask why we're greedily jumping at the chance of six more months of this...?
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Monday, August 16, 2010
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
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Tuesday, 10 August 2010
It's an odd thing, but the husband I were remarking yesterday on how we're nearing H.S.P. ("Holiday Saturation Point").
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Friday, 6 August 2010
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Thursday, 5 August 2010
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Wednesday, 4 August 2010
It wasn't long after we'd left our lovely little 'cottage-like' resort on the beach that we came to a fork in the road. We slowed down to ask some locals which way we should go. They laughed (at us) then urged us on vaguely to the left.
As we pulled away, so joyous were we that we barely registered the still shambolic roads and instead concentrated on the task at hand...finding a place to lay our heads that night....
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
It wasn't like we had a lot of choice, for unbeknownst to me, once off the ferry, instead of heading for the Sengiggi, the main tourist destination in Lombok, the husband had taken the other direction towards the sparsely populated area of the Southwest. At this stage I was obliviously unaware of his intention to try and circumnavigate the entire island.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Monday, 2 August 2010
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Sunday, 1 August 2010
When the in-laws brought us a travel sized bottle of Febreze back in Goa, I never imagined the importance it would take on, five months in, here in Bali. For Dumpie has suddenly, and inexplicably, taken to wetting the bed most nights.
Posted by "Moaning Mum" at Sunday, August 01, 2010