Latest


  • 111. Bedtime stories

    So very many little things make up what makes Desa Seni special, and I shall document them before I leave on Saturday. This is one: a little something for you to think about before bed each night, on my pillow with a flower.

    Read more: 111. Bedtime stories
  • 110. To be a DOGGESS.

    This morning I went for an early walk on the beach. It has to be early for a redhead or I’d come back crispy fried. The Bali dogs are a signature of any outing around here, but the beach dogs are something special. To watch a dog decide to hit the waves, cavort and swoon…

    Read more: 110. To be a DOGGESS.
  • 109. And then she said.

    I was just texting a friend. I need to make Bali an annual pilgrimage, I attempted to say. But predictive text had another idea: I NEED TO MAKE BALI AN ANAL PILGRIMAGE Lucky he’s a good friend.

    Read more: 109. And then she said.
  • 108. Flight or fright? We get to choose.

    I have been beautifully befriended by another solo traveler and yesterday I tagged along on her sightseeing trip. This was pretty much an ideal outcome for the lazy tourist I am. All the research was done, the itinerary planned, guide booked. All I had to do was turn up with my legendary wide mouthed frog…

    Read more: 108. Flight or fright? We get to choose.
  • 107. Unsubscribe.

    Along with the negative self-talk that sometimes plagues me, one of the things I’m spring cleaning on this wee vacation is my inbox. I’m not getting into an inbox competition here, but that thing is full enough without random brands I once pashed / flirted with / okay maybe even slept with adding to it.…

    Read more: 107. Unsubscribe.
  • 106. Gandhi and me.

    I do travel a lot, there’s no denying it. So why am I still so shit at packing? I turned up on this yoga holiday with no clothing that was remotely suitable for actually doing yoga. I did bring a lot of pretty dresses though, that I won’t wear. Did I forget how hot hot…

    Read more: 106. Gandhi and me.