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In a moment he was gone. I hoped that we might casually bump into him again in customs, chat casually and bond over our affection for Cote D’Azure. However there must be a secret passage for celebrities at Heathrow. The lines in customs are mammoth in nature, and whilst celebrities might fly commercial, they most certainly don’t wait in these lines with the commoners.
I was left wondering what I would have said to Brad if I were given the opportunity. And I came to the conclusion that it would have been “where is Angie”, as I think my girl crush outweighs any crush on Brad! Until next time Brad.
Following a recent trip to Bali, I started asking myself why we travel? I came to the conclusion that we travel to explore, experience and enjoy the vast cultures, sights, sounds, smells and adventures that exist outside of our homeland. I had a fun weekend with my friends in Bali but on reflection it dawned on me that it was no different to any other weekend back home. Pedicures, a splash of shopping, dinner and drinks at a trendy bar in the evening. Same, same, but different. Differing only by the currency and language – although let’s be honest, who even tries to speak a word of Bahasa during their visits to Bali?
On one of my very first overseas trips as a child with my family in the nineties, we ventured to Bali and the then little known Seminyak. I vividly remember arriving and being aghast at the scooters which were fully loaded with families of 5, wearing what looked like salad bowls on their heads or carrying a 6 foot bundle of sarongs. At dinner there would be monkeys as pets (which my parents, shock horror, let us play with), or Balinese ladies dressed in traditional outfits, performing dances passed down by their ancestors and encouraging us to join in. There were no fancy stores with clothing displaying $100 price tags, just lots of art and carvings and silver jewellery which we would heavily barter for. If our purchase happened to be the first sale of the day the shop owner would bless everything in the store by wiping the money over it. Breakfast was at a little cafe where a family of 4 could eat for under $10, and I will never forget my sister being mortified when the apple juice she ordered was pureed apples and not the familiar drink she pours out of a bottle at home. One did not venture to a day spa to have your nails painted or your hair braided, no you sat on the side of the street while the ladies pawed all over you and you worried in the back of your mind that they might run away with your shoes. All whilst a Balinese man named Wayan tries to sell you a “genuine” Rolex from his wooden briefcase of goodies.
But this no longer exists, and I blame the Aussies. Don’t get me wrong, there are beautiful boutiques, hotels and restaurants which have emerged over the past twenty years, but where is the authenticity and the culture? It feels as though we have just picked up a piece of Perth and moved it 2,500 kilometres away, to a place which is slightly more humid and can be subject to monsoonal rain. Some of these affluent places cost as much as a night out in Perth, and even worse, there is a line to gain entrance! The most commonly seen items on any given menu are pizzas and burgers to accommodate the western tourists, but how about some authentic Nasi Goreng or Mee Goreng? And culture does not count as “having a driver” which you can hook your mates up with on their next visit to the holiday island.
The plane ride home is full of fresh tattoos, bintang singlets and hefty amounts of duty free alcohol. This is not something we should be proud of. As we fly across the Indian Ocean I think about how I do not intend to travel to Bali again anytime soon, instead opting for an experience that will provide so much more. Although inevitably there will be another celebration of some form that we will be obligated to attend.
I feel like we are missing out on something amazing that used to be, however we are only guilty of having done this to ourselves. And if we want to experience these times of the past then we will need to venture further and further out of Kuta and its surrounds, which is not altogether a bad thing.
The nineties were simpler times – the internet, mobile phones and EFTPOS machines were only just starting to make their place in the world. I am slightly nostalgic and a little old school, so perhaps I need to stop longing for times of the past and accept (and try to enjoy) what these places have now become. After all, I was the one who willingly attended a 40th birthday weekend at The Bounty Hotel in Kuta, and whilst I was shopping in those aforementioned trendy boutiques, my now husband disappeared to the tattoo parlor and had a drunken man immortalised on his foot.
Here I find myself – 3 months have passed and still no job – another victim of the mining boom and bust. Not that I mind too much – I cannot say I am overly passionate about my career of the past decade, and this time without a job is giving / forcing me the opportunity to pursue some alternative interests that previously I have always been too busy to explore. So ta-da! Here is the start of my next venture – a blog which will touch on all things travel and lifestyle, with a focus on glamour and luxury.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Shelley and I live in Perth, Western Australia with my husband and two beagles. I was born in New South Wales and our family moved to the West before I turned 3. I spent my childhood and school years in Rockingham, which is notoriously known as the bogan capital of this State and is the centre of many a jokes. However I am proud to say that I have safely made it into my thirties without a criminal record, drug addiction or unwanted child (sorry Mum, I know you have nice beaches!)
I went on to study a Bachelors of Commerce in Economics and Management (nerd much?) and upon completion landed myself a graduate role in the mining industry. This is where my love for mining commenced (yes, I have a series link on my Foxtel account for Gold Rush and Bearing Sea Gold) and at the same time a real life love story started to blossom (more on that later). These were the boom times when bonuses were given out hand over fist and a boozy Friday lunch was permanently in the calendar. Then September 2008 happened (thanks Lehman Brothers!) Thankfully for us, Perth was relatively sheltered from the hard times which hit the rest of the world. The demand for iron ore from China continued to increase, and if you did lose your job then you were pretty likely to pick up another one shortly afterwards, leaving you a redundancy payment to splurge on whatever you fancied. This was until about 2 years ago, when the demand for iron ore slowly began to fall, as did the price, and one by one we have been losing our jobs ever since (sorry for the economics lesson).
So why do I want another job in the volatile mining industry and to continue the work which I’m not oozing enthusiasm about? To pay for my Chanel of course, as well as fund my overseas holidays (although probably best that I don’t reveal this in interviews to prospective employers). Once you have been exposed to designer labels, five star hotels or flying business class, it is very hard to turn your back on them!
It has previously been suggested that I should write a book with all of my stories which I love to tell, so this is my first step towards it. My sarcastic, tongue in cheek tone will perhaps be a little controversial from time to time – but that is what makes it interesting, right?
I will never forget a work colleague once saying to me ‘I like it once you have had a couple of drinks – your filter is removed and you let us know what you really think.’ Ever so cautious in the corporate world, I will try and remember to remove such filter when writing my posts for your enjoyment.
And so the adventure begins. Wish me luck and stay tuned for my first official travel and lifestyle post.
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