So Cambodia is bloody lovely.
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.
So I made it back to Bali with such a little trouble, it’s like I’m meant to be here.
I was worried about a few things getting here; we woke up late to get to the airport (not a problem), my bag was overweight (didn’t even notice), the asshole in Myanmar cancelled my visa (got my passport stamped and left), and my phone died which meant I couldn’t contact my driver at the airport (his phone had died as well so he just had a little sign). It all worked out very well!
So, I have left Myanmar 7 weeks earlier than I intended.
As mentioned before, I had a job teaching yoga there in Bagan, the city of temples. Look it up, it’s pretty nice in the photos.
So after all the debacle to get to Myanmar, it seems like the
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about moments.
I have a lot of them over here.
Those times when everything just seems too perfect. I feel too happy for it to last and I have to register that this will be a time that I remember so fondly. So I take a breath and do my best to remember everything about it.
So I’m now realising how much I can actually do for people.
There have been a few younger girls coming through the studio here in the last week, and they all want to sit and talk with me about my yoga journey and my story.
I can safely say that I have found a home.
Don’t get me wrong, travelling is a lot of fun. But there’s something about being in a private room, for one, and being able to really unpack your bag and settle down. It feels like I have a little more purpose now.