I have said for years that Stan is the true yoga guru in our house. Now he’s looking the part in addition to living it since, like, forever.
Two and half months have passed since the last post. Since then we briefly visited Gili Trawangan Island, and went on a sweet road trip with our friend Phari who guided us around Lombok, Indonesia - Bali’s more shy but equally beautiful Muslim sister - before we returned to our home base in Ubud, Bali.
During the following two months in Ubud, we resumed our usual daily routines of yoga practice, lazy morning breakfast visits with other travellers, and I my Bahasa Indonesian language study, along with whatever else the day presented. What a challenge I choose to put my poor brain through! As I had just completed a six week course in conversational Thai, it took a week before I stopped mixing Thai with Bahasa Indonesian. It was initially frustrating, as I also felt I had forgotten so much from the previous year. But the courses did progress, my brain eventually clicked in, and I have now added far more vocabulary and grammar to forget in future! ☺️
It has been a slightly different experience in Indonesia this year, as the effects of climate change saw the rainy season here lasting until early April, several weeks longer than
Stan Teaching a Yoga Class
Stan and I co-taught four hours of yoga classes for our Canadian friends this year, most of whom are practicing yogis. They were interested in the type of yoga we practice, so we offered to share some of the teachings we have learned in the past two years.
normal. Being fully aware that our friends back home in Saskatchewan had been struggling with record cold temperatures of minus 28 degrees or worse, while we were enjoying tropical temperatures of plus 28, we were not about to complain. However, full-on monsoon rains every afternoon for a month does dampen one’s adventurous spirit - pun intended - so we did not take on nearly as many excursions or extra curricular activities during that time as we had hoped, but ended up chilling a lot more with Canadian friends who converge at our hotel every March. One of our interesting experiences during that time was to co-teach two yoga classes for them. Stan was the lead instructor, and I was his associate. My role was to demonstrate some asanas and offer theory when appropriate. Or, to rephrase Stan - to allow him to keep the class real, and not allow me to overwhelm everyone with theory yada yada. 😉
April arrives, rains subside, sunshine returns, friends depart, and we are excited to get active - music, diving, biking, fishing, etc. Except we both get sick for three weeks! Nothing serious, just irritating coughs and sinus congestion - but everyone knows
Celebrating Tessa’s 35th Birthday
Our daughter Tess would have turned 35 on April 10th, which means she has been gone for almost 17 years now. But the passage time of time is sometimes simply not relevant. Never forgotten, forever beautiful. Celebrating you always.
that diving with any congestion is extremely dangerous and can be fatal. We agonize for half the month, me especially waiting impatiently for the symptoms to disappear so we don’t have to cancel the cherished annual dive trip to Bunaken Marine Park in northern Sulawesi. Finally we concede that we cannot risk the trip, and that very same day we learn that northern Sulawesi has been experiencing a significant amount of earthquake action. So the illness was a gift. The universe was trying to tell us something.
We learned much from this experience: first, to plan future diving excursions earlier in the trip, so we have time to reschedule if something similar occurs again. Secondly, to allow enough time to get back to Bali to pick up our flight home in case we do encounter (and survive) a major earthquake, as we are, after all, living within the Ring of Fire. For example, I came out one day to my motorbike and had to clear off a quarter inch of volvanic ash, as Mount Agung, a mere forty kilometres away, had chosen to erupt again and spew ash and lava for two kilometres into the atmosphere. Finally, we are
It is an annual tradition that every Balinese village must have its temples blessed beside water, a few days before the year end / Nyepe Day. The event is sacred, with much ceremony and ritual, but there is also a festival atmosphere of music, food, joy, and celebration - like pretty much everything that the Balinese people do.
now realizing that it’s a fairly wise plan to be well rested before the forty or so hours of travel we will need to undertake to get home.
And so another Dreamchasers trip has come to its inevitable end. We will miss the friends, the motorbike rides, the endless excellent vegetarian restaurants, the vibrant energy, the smiling open faces and quiet demeanour of the Balinese, the morning and evening chanting, the traditional Balinese Gambilan music, and the frequent colourful ceremonial processions on the streets that regularly cause extensive traffic jams - traffic jams where we see no road rage. Instead, we invariably witness an astounding degree of calm and acceptance that is precious to behold and experience. Most of all, we shall miss the deeply spiritual essence of this island and its inhabitants, which permeates everything.
There is so much to be learned here, from these gentle, beautiful, inspiringly positive people, and with every year’s stay we try and retain a little more of this energy - to become a little more Balinese in our way of meeting and being in the world - for this tiny, unique island of Bali has become our spiritual sanga. It is
Lombok Road Trip with Phari
We spent three days being driven around the beautiful island of Lombok by our very special friend and Lombok resident Phari. We then enjoyed another day together on a snorkeling boat, touring some of Lombok’s surrounding ocean and stunning beaches.
why we keep returning.
Thank you for your interest in our travels.
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