| For my Mum's Birthday, her brother decided she needed a holiday.Uncle Pat sent my mum, my brother and I on a first class holiday to Club Med Bali, Indonesia. My memories of the 8 days spent in extremely poor but overly enthusiastic Bali mostly involve lush tropical gardens, very friendly, space invading Balinese, grey skies, balmy weather and the pungeant aromas of Indonesian cooking, petrol and frangipani trees. I went back a year later with my Dad and experienced the real Bali, outside the protective walls of the hotel. 80's nightclubs, Aussie football dominated pubs, quiet, hardworking people that never stop smiling, incredible skindiving and beautiful scenery. Every Summer when the Frangipani's flower here, it takes me straight back. |
