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Saturday, March 7, 2020
Bali (Ubud) - Indonesia - Scar
Wednesday, March 4, 2020
Bali (Seminyak) - Indonesia - Before the deluge
Bali (Seminyak) - Indonesia
04 March – 07 March 2020
If somehow the memories I have of our Bali trip managed to travel forward at the speed of light until now, then by comparison, I think I may have aged dramatically, if not physically, then without question, psychologically. In the same manner that Einstein’s theory of special relativity predicts that the person ‘left behind on earth’ would age significantly when compared with the person flying into the future, aka (space), on their anti-age defying machine of light speed.
Truthfully, the nine months from March until now have felt like five years in the age of our COVID-19 ravaged reality.
These days, as I peer out of our apartment window, looking down onto Flinders St, I find it completely empty, bar for the occasional Uber eats cyclist or an emergency service vehicle on its way to another crisis. This is the end-of-days scenario that we use to admonish ‘Doomsday Preppers’ for anticipating. In its early days collectively we all thought that just like any other melodrama that has emerged via our pixelated idiot boxes, that the Novel Coronavirus would somehow disappear in the manner of SARS, MERS or Ebola. I think part of the contempt initially was that somehow we were immune to any sizeable global catastrophe. Bad things, global troubles, were only ‘real’ and identifiable in the guise of the tangible, things such as armed conflict, terrorism, natural disasters. As the now emeritus Donald J Trump said in this oft repeated snippet, ‘You know in theory when it gets a little warmer it miraculously goes away’. Going on further, and to reiterate my initial point on how long the decade of 2020 feels, he goes on to say, ‘We only have 11 cases and they’re all getting better’…. that was on February 10th, 2020….
…Roll forward to 10 December 2020, exactly 10 months later and the US Coronavirus statistics read like this;
- 15.2 million cases
- 286,000 deaths
- 200,000 + cases per day
Aside from the sheer stupidity and ignominy of a leader making such bombastic comments, the numbers offer more to the reality than our collectively conflated denial back in the day was willing to grasp.
Before the deluge, the onset of the pandemic that halted economies, travel, social life and much of everything that has modern day humans we had taken for granted, we'd planned a getaway to the island paradise located to our north-west. A getaway not just for this Australian trio, but also, for Inga's family who would be meeting us in Bali before returning with us to Melbourne in order to have their first experience of the Great Southern Land.
Inga and I were making our first visit to Bali after a four-year hiatus. In that time we had circled the globe a few times, gotten engaged, then married, relocated to Australia and had our first and only child to date, Aiden. When you summarise it all in just a few lines like that it makes you realise that a hell of a lot occurred in that time-frame.
Generally the Australian perception of Bali is that it’s that locations where bogans go to have their international holiday. Giving them the ability to say that they’ve been overseas. Famously epitomized in the Redgum song I’ve been to Bali too, the lyrics, ‘Bali T-shirts, magic mushrooms, Redgum bootlegs, I’ve been to Bali too’ inevitably the images that many of us conjure when we think of those other Australians making their way to the island. And sure, there is some of that style to be expected of Australians in Bali, especially in Kuta, but Bali can, and does offer so much more. I can say from personal experience that I(we) have only scratched the surface of both the beauty of the people, their land, and all that it has to offer. So in that sense I’m not ashamed to say that not only have I been to Bali too, but, I plan on returning a number of times in the future.
Flying into Denpasar on a typically balmy Bali evening, we were met by Komang, our driver and guide from four years earlier. A friendly, genuine and somewhat understated individual, he typified to me a lot of what the people here seem have within the fabric of their DNA. Not anything brash, or overt, but a sincerity and openness that is not manufactured for a purpose. Once again, we had asked him to be our guide for the next few days once again, this time playing host a slightly extended family audience.
On this occasion we had rented out Villa Gupta for our time in Central Seminyak. A tranquil, gorgeous, three -bedroom abode where we would spend our time between our comings and goings. A truly great place, perfect a bigger group like our and in all honesty, much better value than having to book three different rooms in a hotel or a resort.
For the next couple of days we spent most of our time either in Seminyak or on the most southern coastline of Bali. In this regard, there wasn’t an overwhelming urge to undertake mass sightseeing but we did all get an idea of the key elements that make this island such an overwhelming favourite for so many people.
Being from Australia,
this part of the world is relatively familiar to me, in the sense that it’s
proximity gives you a sense of awareness for it. Coming from Latvia on the
other hand must feel like your stepping into a totally different universe. A
paradise that inspires a tropical state of mind. Coming from a land where the
average annual air temperature is just +5.9 degrees, Bali must truly be a tropical
splendour.
Sunday, September 15, 2019
Abu Dhabi (United Arab Emirates) - Hitting it off
Abu Dhabi (United Arab Emirates)
13 September - 15 September 2019
As one of those travelling families that have utilised Abu Dhabi merely a point of transit of the years, getting to be familiar with the International Airport, for us, was akin to establishing familiarity with the city itself. Which is to say, we really haven’t discovered a lot about the poorer/richer cousin of the brash & dazzling Dubai. Somehow on this occasion the feeling we took away was a place that was more engaging and more interesting. I couldn’t tell you the reason for that, we didn’t take in tours of discovery or undertake any culturally insightful events, we had a simple stay at the Bab Al Qasr hotel, a decent view, some sheesha, cocktails and relaxed vibe. Maybe that’s all that was needed. A little time reflecting on another great holiday, and figuring out where the next might originate.
The next day we were at the airport, ready to make our way back to Melbourne. Typically going the rigmarole of checking-in is laborious and boring at the best of times. With a 6-month old it becomes a challenging event, which makes it all the more frustrating when Eithad lets you know that the confirmed seats you have for the flight does not actually guarantee that you’ll get onto the flight. Typical, it seems for Etihad, as this has happened to both my parents and myself in Abu Dhabi previously, Etihad overbooks its flights, by what seems to be a far larger percentage that is common to industry practices. These means therefore that even if you turn up to the airport on-time, your chances of getting offloaded with a fully paid ticket are relatively high. An absolute nuisance and frustration, and a lesson to be learned in terms of drilling in the process of compulsory online check-in. For us, the day delay wasn’t a major drama other than the fact that I was commencing a new job the very next day, and so, re-arranging flights out meant that our new schedule had us in Melbourne at about 6:30am on Monday morning. For any of us that may have arrived home on a long-haul flight and committed ourselves to the torment of heading into work the same day, you know the pain, your working day is nothing short of torture. Still, Etihad gave us $600USD credit each and complimentary accommodation and meals, so not an entire disappointment.
Having talked up the Formula Rossa ride at Ferrari World for the past four weeks, the additional day gave us the opportunity to introduce Inga to the fastest ride on the planet.
There are simply no words and nothing that can prepare for the adrenalin rush the first time you accelerate out of the terminal. Touchpoints you thought that you may have had to any other roller coaster disappear when your body is thrust into the back of your seat and you gasp for air. Reaching 240kph just before you climb vertically into the Arabian sky feels almost surreal as you reach the apex of your first drop and the rest of the park is spread out before you.
For those that want to know the stats, 1.7 G-force at launch, 4.8 G throughout the ride and 0 to 240kph in 4.9 seconds – they’re some serious numbers.
I was happy that Inga got to share the experience because I had been talking up the ride for a while and I know that she didn’t quite believe that it would live up to the expectation – in her words, as she walked towards me after the right ended, ‘Oh wow…wow…I couldn’t breath …I didn’t expect that’
…Exactly
After our afternoon at Ferrari World we headed back to the airport hotel, had some dinner and crashed out for the night.
The next day, thankfully,
we boarded our flight without any drama and I made it into work for 9:00am
start o Day1 at Australian Unity.