Bombed out.

Today we did a tour of Bali. I saw some amazing things. One thing I didn’t see though, is the one thing that Bali needs most. Tourists. I was last here 2 years ago and you couldn’t move here for all the Australians. After farming, tourism is the biggest source of income for this island. Thanks to terrorism it is slowly falling apart.

When I was here in 2003, the first bombing had occurred, but not the second. After the first, people stayed away for a couple of months, but then the ‘lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice’ philosophy came into play and the tourists swarmed back. When the lightning did re-strike, that was it for Bali. No third chances.

The streets feel empty. There is part of me that loves being able to move around without that constant Aussie twang in the air, but there is something about it that is not quite right. Shops are closing, old favourite bars are empty… even some of the spirit seems to have seeped out of the place.

You can’t get a meal in this town without first having your vehicle searched by security guards. There are signs everywhere threatening body searches. I’ve always sworn that I don’t hate anyone, but I have to tell you – I have some pretty strong feelings of dislike towards terrorists.

This world belongs to all of us. Have some respect.

$1 beers. Too good to be true!!!

I have spent all day today sitting by the pool drinking beers that cost $1. Unbelievable. I would move here if beer didn’t make you fat…!!!

Yesterday was spent shopping. The prices of everything here are phenomenal. I am having some boots made for $200. You can’t get good sandals at home for that! I love Bali…

Tomorrow we are going on a tour of some local sights. I am hoping to hold a monkey. I have always wanted to have a pet monkey. It’s illegal in NZ. In fact, there aren’t monkeys anyway. I saw one in town yesterday but it was on a chain. When I approached it, it gnashed it’s teeth at me. It’s fair to say, I didn’t feel like picking it up after that…

I think the highlight of the trip so far is the ridiculous suit I bought for a friend’s dog. I know in some countries it’s cool to dress your dogs in clothes, but in NZ it’s just a joke. So I can’t wait to see Jezza’s face when I dress his dog up in it’s new Bintang singlet. I suspect that only one of us will find it funny.

Anyway – I’ve got holidaying to do. Hope all is well in the working world!

Honeymoon in paradise…

Well, I’m in beautiful Bali.

It’s not true what they say about men not listening. Bali is my favourite holiday place in the world (well, of the ones I’ve been to) and I guess Shaun listened, because we’re here for 14 nights.

We are staying in the most amazing resort on the beach in Seminyak. It is 30 degrees already, and it’s only breakfast time!!

I have just stuffed myself with tropical fruit and now we are going to hit the shops. Then maybe cocktails by the pool.

This is the life…

From Suite to sour

Things aren’t so Suite anymore.

Dave’s business partner has decided that he is going to sell up. He has changed the locks. It is breaking Dave’s heart. He has poured his soul into that place. He has spent every waking second in there and it was just starting to go really well.

Have you ever felt like you hate someone you don’t even know? That’s how I feel right now. I know it won’t achieve anything except to make myself bitter, but someone is hurting someone I love, and that’s just not ok.

To make things worse, we fly out in an hour. I can’t wait for the holiday, but I feel sick that I won’t be here to support one of the people I love more than anyone else in the world. This was his big break. It’s going to take some recovering from.

I love you Dave and I’m so proud of you.

SURPRISE!

I am terrible with surprises!

I was one of those kids that started searching the house about a month before Christmas to find presents. It is worse than that though… when I found them I would open them to see what they were, and then wrap them back up. I couldn’t stand not knowing! It made Christmas day a bit less exciting though… there were no surprises.

One day I told my mother. She started hiding the presents more carefully. I berated myself for years.

One time Shaun organised a surprise trip to Fiji for my birthday. Unfortunately I searched our room and found out about it ahead of time. Then I had to pretend that I didn’t know. I felt like such a traitor – especially when I pretended to be surprised when he gave it to me.

My honeymoon destination is a surprise. Shaun has organised it all and I have no idea where it is. I know I am going away for 14 nights to somewhere hot. I have to pack bikinis and books. And I need my passport. I have known where the paperwork has been hidden for a couple of months now, but I decided to test my self control and not spoil this surprise for myself. I have been SO controlled. When the house got burgled, it also got flooded. They tipped out all our drawers and everything that didn’t get taken was floating around. The travel documents floated out into the hallway and I hung them out to dry without even looking at them. I was so proud of myself!!

Anyway, it’s all paid off. I am heading to the airport in the morning with no idea of my destination.

Hopefully there will be a computer so I can keep you updated – otherwise I’ll be back in 2 weeks. I’ll be thinking of you all as I drink cocktails on my lounger in the sun…

Done and dusted.

So after a year of planning, the wedding is finally over.

It was without a doubt, the best day of my life.

There were so many people around, and they were all full of excitement and energy. I was just about bursting with excitement myself. Everything went without a hitch. There was one nervous moment – I let the boys decorate the cars. They wrapped the ribbon around the number plates and then duct taped it to the side of the roofs. They were Bentleys and Porshes. Not cunning. I was able to rectify the situation without too much trouble though. Boys sure are stupid sometimes.

The ceremony was amazing. Everyone cried and laughed throughout the whole thing. I couldn’t have asked for more.

So lots of wine, lots of laughs and some diamonds later, I’m now Sarah Hawk Taylor.

Now that I’m married I can really let myself go. Life is beautiful…

One More Sleep

I think the title is pretty self explanatory!

I’d love to write more but I have a busy day of present opening, lunching, manicures and rehearsals.

I can pretty much guarentee that I won’t be writing tomorrow.

So, until Monday…