Bali Beauty

photo-18Bali is a popular destination for Australians looking for a quick, cheap and fun holiday. The young, the old, couples and families flock to its crowded streets, cheap markets and peaceful beaches to get away and relax.

Gilli Islands is about 4 hours boat ride from the mainland and is a haven of white sand and tropical blue water. The whole island can be biked in 2 hours and is perfect for lying on the beach, snorkelling or swimming. We hired bikes one day and rode around the island finding gorgeous isolated spots where we could strip off and enjoy a dip. The water is so much cleaner than Kuta or Legian beach and is crystal clear, plus it’s warm yet cool enough to refresh you on a hot bali day. Its also incredibly quiet once you move away from the main strip with the gentle sound of water crashing up onto the sand and wind rustling the leaves.

 

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Have you been bali? Let me know in the comments below.

Travelling: With friends or alone?

Travelling is one of life’s greatest experiences. The chance to immerse yourself in a world different to yours is amazing and something nobody should miss. I’ve been lucky enough to travel Europe, America, the Caribbean’s, Mexico, New Zealand and Thailand. I’ve seen a lot of places and been part of many things and everywhere I’ve been has taught me something ill never forget. Deciding who to travel with can make or break your trip and there’s always a question of who and how many people to travel with. Some people prefer to go it alone and others like to travel in groups. I’ve been lucky enough to do both, and I loved every second of being alone and being with friends.

I went to New York, Mexico and Cuba by myself for 5 weeks. I saw friends along the way but generally was alone. And it was great! I loved every second of every minute. I could do what I wanted, when I wanted which is the best part. I was under 21 so couldn’t go out anyway but I went for walks through Times Square, strolled through Central Park, along madison ave and past MANY monuments. I saw everything I wanted to see and really learned to rely on myself. Your forced to depend on yourself for everything, become your own rock and you become more sure of yourself and who you are. It strengths your sense of self and with no-one else to occupy your attention you learn to be okay in your own company, learning to appreciate yourself.

Travelling by yourself gives you a sense of freedom that you don’t experience anywhere else. You have to put yourself out there and make friends which is totally different when you’re already travelling with friends. I went to Europe with 2 other friends, both who are quite different to me which made for some interesting times, both good at bad.

Travelling with friends has it perks, you always have company, someone to talk to, to hang out with, and one of the best parts is having someone to share experiences with, solidifying and linking your friendship forever. Not to mention someone to talk to on the long flights, train and bus rides.

The way you travel changes, you need to accommodate your friends wants as well, some days you have to forgo seeing that monument or trying that new food because your friends don’t want to or don’t like it. And not only do you have to give things up but you have to participate in stuff you don’t even care about. You have to put up with short tempers, tantrums from lack of sleep and the general frustration and annoyance that comes with spending 24hrs 7 days a week with the same person. You never get a break or a moment to yourself.

Yet in saying that, that constant attention is also kind of nice. We made countless and unforgettable memories, had experiences that we couldn’t of had if alone. Our friendships were tested, many times, and at points we were all short-tempered and unreasonable. (kinda happens when your living off 5-7 hrs a sleep while trekking through countries) If I had of been alone I would of missed these tantrums and fights, sharp words and bad looks yet somehow we all held it together. We kept it together enough that it never turned into a big fight, and we were all mature enough to let things go and have fun. With the fights come the good times, the long nights spent with a bottle of wine and talking about everything and anything. Discussing your hopes, dreams, fears and of course boys… Talking about the cool sights you’ve seen and the people you’ve met.  The nights spent dancing in the clubs, wandering through the cobbled streets of Europe, swimming in the Greek islands or sharing a baguette in France.

I’ve done both and I loved both. I want to go back to Europe next year and then America the year after that. Maybe even do Asia (if I can ever afford it…) and I’ve been thinking a lot, will I do it alone or go with friends???

And to be honest, I’m not sure..

I want to go for 6-8 months and while happy to do some of it alone, I know at some point ill crave a friendship. The easy laughter and enjoyment that comes from being with people your comfortable with. So maybe ill do both. Go alone and meet up with friends and family along the way. Maybe ill get the best of both worlds.

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The night before travelling

Perhaps one of the most exciting moments about travelling is the night before. You sit there checking you have passports and visa’s, that you’ve packed enough clothes, shoes and toiletries all the while your head is screaming at you that in less than 12 hrs youll be on a plane, going somewhere you’ve never been before.

Time almost feels heavy, like something you want to offload, to go away, but it just keeps ticking at its own pace. Sleep doesn’t come easily, your head filling with images of all the beautiful places youll see, adventures youll have, friends youll met and experiences to remember for the rest of your life.

That’s how my trip started. With anticipation and the thrill of new discoveries. Saying goodbye to a tearful mum (of course), I boarded the plane bound for London.

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About 25 painful and cramped hours later, I had arrived in London. We had 5hrs to kill before our next flight to Munich, so what did we do?

Wheeled our suitcases straight out of the airport and down to Maccas. Yep, we were in London for the first time in our lives and we chose to go to maccas…

To be fair, we didn’t have much time and Maccas was close.

After scoffing down a cheeseburger meal, we all logged into Facebook to check in. It sounds sad that we were starting a great adventure and the first thing we did was use Facebook to check in, but I think that’s the reality of our generation. Were able to connect with friends and family so easily and so effortless, it seems stupid not to use it. Instead of having the same chat with each and every friend about where we were, what we were doing, when we were leaving, how the flight was, what movies did we watch, are we all still getting along and so on, checking in let everyone know what we were upto, and to be honest we just wanted them to know that while they were working hard, or studying at uni we were in London having a great time. Great friends huh…

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