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Zen Yoga Mum in Blissful Bali

I'm in Bali, Indonesia on a yoga retreat.
I know no-one, apart from my room mate, and have barely met the yoga teacher.

It seemed like a good idea back in October when I managed to convince my family this would be a really lovely Christmas & birthday present...



There I was sitting cross legged in a new yoga class, 
the words Namaste barely having left everyone's lips...

When the teacher says
 'if I anyone would like to join us, we are organising 
Yoga Retreat in Ubud, Bali. Flyers are here, up the front'

 The words 'like a rat up a drainpipe' spring to mind... 

The form was completed the very next day, leaving the teacher to comment
"you are obviously a women of action and in need of a yoga retreat'
Spot on!

Zen Yoga Mum is a work in progress.


Our pad in Ubud
That was before both daughters left home for opposing continents,
or before DH came home everyday with the option of moving to a different country, all testing my inner Zen! 

 This was however before I realised that I would miss my son playing his inaugural game of soccer for the school Firsts soccer team, 
or I would miss seeing him in his new suit for the School Formal...

And way before the Crazy Poodle looks at me with his 
"You're not leaving again are you' expression?

It was also way, way before we are queueing up in the arrivals hall for a zillion years at the new Dempasar International Airport...

Paddy fields around Ubud

Boy, it might only be six days after getting back from the last trip,
but it feels real good to be getting away!

But now we are here, today we joined a cycle tour we went all the way up a mountain and then rode downhill for 25km's - my sort of cycling. It was beautiful with children calling out 'hello', admist lovely rice fields and interesting villages. We saw people washing in rivers and even chanced upon a some village festival celebrations.

I can't wait to see what the rest of the week brings.
It is 23 years since I was last in Bali.
So far I have not been disappointed, it is great to be back here! 
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