Be still my heart. There is always Bali and Nasi Goreng.

I was awoken early this morning by my gorgeous adopted Lara. She was barking to go for a little wee. It must have been about 3am and i stumbled out of bed, walked into the wardrobe doors, caught my foot on the edge of the bed frame and smashed into the bedroom door. Damage is a sore foot, bruised shoulder and an ego a little shattered that i no longer have extra magical orientation skills in the pitch dark.

So wobbling and hobbling to the coffee machine this morning - the standard ritual with a dose of anti depressant, i walked my feel sorry for myself little bod and commenced the daily ritual that has been the last 3 summers in the desert of sipping on my coffee, watching the sunrise while lighting the first cigarette for the day.

Yes folks. I'm still one of those that enjoys that nasty little habit.

There must be a little OCD in me as i then check the following apps religiously on my phone:

Calendar
Period Tracker
Instagram
Bank Account
Energy Australia App
Weather
Facebook Memories

I then clear out my email inbox to near zero and flag emails i need to action and file the ones that are done away.

All this happens over a period of half an hour. 4 Coffees, 5 smokes and 3 dogs that have ventured outside onto the yard to do their morning business.

This video popped into my Facebook Memories

Beautiful Bali from Michael Matti on Vimeo.

I have watched it countless of times. I'm happy to say that over the last 9 years of travelling to Bali - i have ventured out off the beaten track and out of the tourist zone. I've eaten in tiny shack kitchens and had the best meals i've ever tasted that cost less than $2.

I also watched the mystical and glorious Mt Agung spit out lava in front of our eyes as we sat outside our rooms sipping Gin and Tonics - sharing all the stories and no stories. It was a once in a lifetime experience.

Bali will always be a special place for me. Yes, the morning offerings, insane traffic, cheap massages and $30 a night hotels make it very inviting. But over the years, i have made such friends that will always have a little bit of my heart - forever.

I'm getting itchy suitcase fever again. That passport needs another stamp. So as i watch the glowing red sun set down across our salt lake to visit us again in the morning, I'll think of Bali. And Nasi Goreng, of-course.

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