There’s a brisk breeze blowing outside my ninth floor window. It’s warmed up somewhat since the -18C temps of early morning, yet the scene below still resembles a concrete slab of Canadian winter under cloudless blue sky.
Denpasar, Indonesia, on the other hand, had temps in the low 30s the last time I looked, with feel-like temperatures in the +42C range. I wonder how a body reacts to temperature swings of approximately 60 degrees…
It was a pleasure seeing my backpack again…a bit of a surprise really given that I was ready to sell it when last I unpacked in early September. Interesting how a few months of routine (more or less) can make me yearn for uncertainty. New cultures and languages, making new friends, avoiding the local taxi scams. Being robbed by taxi drivers is a universal experience, kinda like music and love and wondering how Donald Trump got elected.
I leave for Bali Tuesday evening. Wonder of wonders, I am mostly packed. This has never happened quite so early before, and I chalk it up to being sick with a cold. Given the state of travel in Asia due to a certain virus, the very last thing I want to do is show up at a health check point with a fever and chills. So I am isolating and self-medicating and putting good thoughts out into the universe in the hopes that the headache eases and my voice comes back. I don’t pray, but if you have some spare time…
Feel better Susan have a great trip, how do you know what to pack fora couple months
Go my friend, be safe, stay healthy ❤️ Will be thinking of you. Can’t wait to read your post, very uplifting 🤗
Enjoy Susan!! It should be a great trip. Cant wait to read your adventures 🙂