Islands apart
So Dad arrived. We hired a bike, got a flat tyre, had to push it for miles as we're in the middle of the biggest Hindu festial of the year and everythings shut. Bar, thankfully, one tiny honest mechanic a couple of days walk from where we broke down.
In order to escapre the festival - or more specifically the quiet day where all the power is off, everything's shut and you get arrested if you leave your hotel (or escorted back by the police at least), I had arranged for Dad and I to fly to Lombokj and transit fromn there to Gili Trawangen, a beautiful party island that has it all, white beaches, sunsets, mountains, snorkelling, little raised platforms with thatched roovesto eat your dinner in by the side of the ocean by candlelight - the works. Spoke to Dad who seemed on the phone to think it was a good idea. I forget however that like his daughter he likes to be in control. Was planning to read out trhe relevant pages on the 3 gili islands and lombok on the plane so we could decided where to go for our 4 day jaunt, only we shared a taxi with a woman who had been before which I suspect left him feeling like he knew very little partly because I also knew very little having not read the book for 8 weeks). Upshot was nme getting shouted at at the airporrt, on the transit bus, on the plane, at the next airport. We parted company at Lombok but then an hour or so later as I was getting in a cab he insisted on dropping me at the port. I said, lovely. Only it wasn't and after being shouted at the the ferry terminal due to the fat I refused to sit on the bike whilst he drove past the man trying to charge for parking ( i walked!) we agreed maybe a few days apart may be in order. Not a great start given we have had the best part of two and a half years apart. He's now in Lombok, I am as I said in Gili Trawangen.
Feeling very bad as he came all this way to see me and niether of us have a phone to make up
However we are only due to be away for 3 nights and I know where he is booked on the last night so if he doesn't make it out here will venture to find him then.
A slightly deflated gypsy - searching for life is like family analogies
xxxx
In order to escapre the festival - or more specifically the quiet day where all the power is off, everything's shut and you get arrested if you leave your hotel (or escorted back by the police at least), I had arranged for Dad and I to fly to Lombokj and transit fromn there to Gili Trawangen, a beautiful party island that has it all, white beaches, sunsets, mountains, snorkelling, little raised platforms with thatched roovesto eat your dinner in by the side of the ocean by candlelight - the works. Spoke to Dad who seemed on the phone to think it was a good idea. I forget however that like his daughter he likes to be in control. Was planning to read out trhe relevant pages on the 3 gili islands and lombok on the plane so we could decided where to go for our 4 day jaunt, only we shared a taxi with a woman who had been before which I suspect left him feeling like he knew very little partly because I also knew very little having not read the book for 8 weeks). Upshot was nme getting shouted at at the airporrt, on the transit bus, on the plane, at the next airport. We parted company at Lombok but then an hour or so later as I was getting in a cab he insisted on dropping me at the port. I said, lovely. Only it wasn't and after being shouted at the the ferry terminal due to the fat I refused to sit on the bike whilst he drove past the man trying to charge for parking ( i walked!) we agreed maybe a few days apart may be in order. Not a great start given we have had the best part of two and a half years apart. He's now in Lombok, I am as I said in Gili Trawangen.
Feeling very bad as he came all this way to see me and niether of us have a phone to make up
However we are only due to be away for 3 nights and I know where he is booked on the last night so if he doesn't make it out here will venture to find him then.
A slightly deflated gypsy - searching for life is like family analogies
xxxx
posted by The Gypsy @ 9:00 PM
1 Comments:
At 8:43 AM,
Gavvybear said…
JULIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Hello my darling, life has been so bloody hectic this past month, I havent had a chance to scratch my bum let alone catch up on your blog, but today is the day. Mardi Gras has come and gone (along with a few thousand brain cells) but office life is gradually slowing down and I can catch up on your life. Looking forward to a cuppa and a brownie as I digest your musings :) I hope all is well (I am about to find out yes?)
Just quickly, I am fine. Have had a most fabulous MG season, work is hectic but still fab. I havent met the man of my dreams but have certainly met a few interesting lads of late. Am going on a date next Friday with an Egyptian lad named Phil :)
Off to Gav and Jas wedding this weekend, crazy times to be had.
OK, time for me to catch up on you. Love and miss you sweetheart.
Gav xxx
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