I’ve had even more adventures than I could have imagined in my last few weeks in Gili Air. However, most of them haven’t been here in Gili at all. I’ve been venturing out to the mainland on both sides.
I have found new challenges in coming back home. It seems that after you live a life of luxury and fame, coming back to a little island where no one knows you is incredibly humbling.
Since I got back to my island a little over a week ago, nothing much has changed. I have gone back to teaching yoga, and teaching a lot of classes actually.
The past few weeks have been an absolutely whirlwind consisting of early wake-ups, smiling faces and an experience I couldn’t have dreamt of in my wildest dreams.
I taught a really powerful yoga class the other morning. Ironically it was a power yoga class. Power yoga is a vinyasa style class with a few strengthening exercises thrown in there. I really enjoy these classes. The energy needs to be built up quite high so that everyone feels like they can push through it and get there.
This may be the longest I’ve gone between blog posts since I started Mermaid Yoga Adventures, and for that, I apologise. I think that I have found that since I am living in Nusa Lembongan now, my little island, that I have no adventures to share with you all.
Oh, why hello there!
I know, I know, it’s been a while between posts. But once again my excuse is that I honestly just haven’t had the time. I have had a constant stream of friends come to visit me over the past few weeks which means that I haven’t found myself alone at all.
Today marks the one week stamp of my arrival to Nusa Lembongan in Indonesia, and to my new life and job.
I have settled into my life here extremely comfortably and happily. A student told me the other day that she thought I’d been here for years. It seems that the grey clouds that were looming over me before a Melbourne winter are only a distant memory now. All the clothes I wore for my last week back home, I left there, knowing that I would not need my big boots and warm long sleeves, but have instead switched for lose shirts, easy dresses and bare feet. I couldn’t be more comfortable if I tried.
I’ll be honest, this is going to be a bit of a hard post to
I’ve found it really hard to be here actually.
I’m still in Nusa Lembongan, but I leave tomorrow for Bali and then I fly to Cambodia.
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I feel like it’s time for another post, however there isn’t really that much to report.
I have settled down into my life here in Nusa Lembongan (still can’t say it) and it’s very nice. The water is a little cooler which means I can refresh myself there. I have a lovely room that’s very fancy with AC, hot water and a small kitchen. Even wifi (that only works sometimes when the wind blows the right direction).
My plans have changed pretty drastically. I’m not in Phillipines at all.
I’m on an island called Nusa Lembongan – and yes, I struggle every time I say it. It does not roll off the tongue at all. In fact, I found myself just saying “the island” just to avoid attempting to say it and sound like an idiot.