There is so much pressure for us to get involved in stuff. I find it all the time. I think it is about time I accepted that I like my life the way it is!
I am surrounded by people who are always off on holidays. Normal conversation involves talking about where you have been and where you are going next. I feel a bit inadequate not being able to contribute.
I am not into sport either – or the theatre. I am happy to stay home and watch some good programs on Netflix, read good novels and the like.
Perhaps it is in part due to be an introvert. I can spend hours researching obscure topics of interest.
So I think in future I will remind myself it is okay to have a small life – as long as I am happy with it the way it is. No problem with other people having busy lives if that is what makes them happy!
My first trip overseas was to Ubud in Bali in 2004. Prior to that I hadn’t stepped off Australian soil. I was pretty excited about it. We stayed at a lovely resort called Waka di Ume.
We left home at 5.15am and arrived at Denpasar Airport at 11.50am. We met ‘Jan’s Tours’ who transported us to Ubud. The trip was fascinating for me – I was amazed at the number of motor bikes, the different architecture and vast expanses of industry.
The accommodation included a big four-poster bed with mosquito netting all around it. We relaxed and had a lovely meal at their restaurant that evening with a tropical storm brewing outside. It was in their wet season (February 2004).
The next day we experienced the hustle and bustle of the shops/markets but I found the currency very confusing and a bit overwhelming.
The following morning we enjoyed breakfast on our veranda overlooking the rice fields. A stray cat came and spent some time with us.
After breakfast we walked through the village, away from the shops. We found a mixture of temples, rooms to let, people’s homes and small enterprises. The narrow road was moderately busy and yet some women were spreading their grains out on the road and traffic had to go around them. Some people were doing their washing in the drains (after the good rains the previous day) and the clothes were then laid out on the grass to dry.
I had heard a lot about massages in Bali and decided to have one at a place close to where we were staying. It was not what I expected and there was a communication problem. No real harm was done but I was really pleased to get out of there.
Our time was mostly spent reading, relaxing, eating and enjoying the swimming pool. Bali was very quiet when we were there. It was not long after the Bali bombings when several Australians were killed. People had stopped coming but not for long – I believe it is back to being a very popular holiday spot for Australians. It is only about five hours flight time from Perth to Denpasar.
My next trip was to Singapore and that was a very different experience, including some karaoke!
In 2008 we visited England and Ireland. I had a day to myself and decided to go on a guided tour. Passengers boarded the coach at a central location and we visited St Paul’s Cathedral, Buckingham Palace and other key London sites. Part of the journey was by boat to the Tower of London.
The details are a bit foggy now but I remember we were told to be ready to board the coach at 5.00pm (after the visit to the Tower of London) at a designated location (a tree near a cafe). Now I thought I understood the instructions but I obviously wasn’t paying enough attention as I was waiting (with another lady) under a different tree near a different cafe.
When 5.00pm came and went I realised something must be wrong. I had the tour brochure in my bag so I called them to find out what was happening. The coach had departed the Tower at 5.00pm as scheduled so I was left to find my way back to where we were staying.
I started walking and I had absolutely no sense of direction – whether I was getting closer to the centre of London or wandering further and further away. I was determined to get back to our apartment without seeking help. I saw a sign for the Underground and was able to buy a ticket and get home much easier than I thought possible. It was probably even quicker than the bus!
That was a memorable adventure! And now I listen to instructions, well sometimes I do …
We were in Perth, Western Australia, for a short time yesterday. I walked to meet some friends for breakfast in Forrest Chase. I took these photos with my smart-phone. I love the early morning light on the Hay Street photos. Not bad weather for a Winter’s Day too!
Opposite Wellington St Station
Hay Street, Perth
Hay Street in Perth
I think this photo is a good candidate for this week’s topic. It is of my son, part-way through the Appalachian Trail in 2012.
We are just back from a couple of days in Augusta in South Western Australia. It is where the Southern Ocean meets the Indian Ocean. Augusta is the most southern point in Western Australia and, fortunately for us, only about 100km from where we live in Busselton.
Map of Australia (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The Southern Ocean is to the left in the photo below and the Indian Ocean is to the right.
Cape Leeuwin Lighthouse
Kimberley region of West Australia
Wittenoom was once home to many….the following information is quoted from Wikipedia.
“Wittenoom is a ghost town 1,106 kilometres (687 mi) north-north-east of Perth in the Hamersley Range in the Pilbara region of Western Australia. It is the site of Australia’s greatest industrial disaster.
The area around Wittenoom was mainly pastoral until the 1930s when mining began in the area. By 1939, major mining had begun in Yampire Gorge, which was subsequently closed in 1943 when mining began in Wittenoom Gorge. In 1947 a company town was built, and by the 1950s it was the Pilbara’s largest town. During the 1950s and early 1960s Wittenoom was Australia’s only supplier of blue asbestos. The town was shut down in 1966 due to unprofitability and growing health concerns from asbestos mining in the area.
Today, eight residents still live in the town, which receives no government services. In December 2006, the Government of Western Australia announced that the town’s official status would be removed, and in June 2007, Jon Ford, the Minister for Regional Development, announced that the townsite had officially been degazetted. The town’s name was removed from official maps and road signs and the Shire of Ashburton is able to close roads that lead to contaminated areas.”
I took these photos in the 1990’s when we lived in the region. It was still a popular spot for tourists at the time. One of my neighbours lived there in the 1950’s and she told me about many people who have since died as a result of asbestos related diseases. A great tragedy!
The year was 1974, I was traveling on the Indian Pacific from Perth, Western Australia to Port Augusta in South Australia. This sign really took my fancy. Cook is tiny little community situated on the Nullabor Plains. Their hospital was obviously in dire straights if they had to advertise for patients. Just if you can’t read it, it says…”If you are crook, come to Cook. Our hospital needs your help, get sick.”
As you can tell by the pattern on the photo it has been tucked away in an old album for nearly forty years.
For more information about Cook press HERE
My grandson, who is two years and eight months old (3 in July) had me lost for words. He pointed at the object in question and said, “What is that Grandma?” I replied “It is a statue Alex!” He was not satisfied with that answer and came back with “What is a statue, Grandma?” I fumbled for an adequate answer but by that time he had moved on…
Later that day I went for a walk on my own and took a photo of the “statue” or is it really a sculpture? It is situated outside the Seymour Tourist Information Centre which is housed in the former Court House. Seymour has a significant number of heritage buildings and no doubt has a rich history to match. Due to our short stay, there was no opportunity to explore in-depth.
We did have a drive to nearby Yea and discovered it has an amazing bakery. I couldn’t resist buying these two Jack in a Box biscuits for my two grandsons! The decorations are actually made from coloured chocolate, not icing as I first thought.
I took these photos on my old Instamatic camera in 1983-1985 in and around Fitzroy Crossing in the Kimberley region of Western Australia. There was a really severe flood during that time and it caused a lot of damage to the town-site and infrastructure such as the roads and bridges.
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