Bali prep

One of the funny things about marriage is learning how your partner works and then somehow merging that with how you work. Like a puzzle, but not always as straightforward.

Take, for example, the lead-up to this Bali adventure: we were originally planning to take a glorified weekend jaunt up to Bundaberg to witness the mass hatching of sea turtles that occurs every year around this time. A three-day weekend to a destination within driving distance was manageable. Cheap and easy. Done.

Not exactly.

Those of you that know Peter know that he:

a. Β Is really, really fun

b. Possesses spontaneity bordering on the extreme. After agreeing on the Bundaberg trip, he decided that he wanted to fly somewhere. Somewhere international. In two weeks. For a week.

While not quite as reckless spontaneous as my beloved, I was into the idea. We could do this! Let’s go to Asia, finally! I scrolled through pictures of whale sharks in the Philippines, Thai beach resorts and Balinese temples. We decided on Bali.

Then I remembered that I’m not yet a permanent Australian visa and my in-between status means I cannot legally leave and reenter the country without a specific visa. That visa carries its own forms, fee and indeterminate processing time. I think this is a deal-breaker, I said. Let’s do it anyway, Peter said. What’s the worst that could happen? If you can’t reenter Australia you go home to the US for a while!Β 

That sounds like a pretty $%^!# worst-case scenario, I said.

Not to be deterred, I paid a quick visit to immigration. On the way, I successfully drove my MANUAL vehicle and PARALLEL PARKED on a HILL. I considered that a good luck omen. I was right.

A lovely immigration man heard my plea, assured me that I was safe to book flights, and within an hour I had received confirmation of my travel visa! For once, immigration gets a gold star and ten points.

So here we are- flights booked and leaving in a few days. I am giddy with excitement and full of visions of dirt-cheap spa massages, beautiful diving, elephants, markets and temples.

Peter says he just wants a monkey to serve him beer. I have a feeling that once we get there he’ll decide we should paraglide off a live volcano.

Here we go!

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  1. Just as long as you don’t dive with Great Whites without a shark cage . . .

  2. Eva- That is EXACTLY the way to live life. To the fullest and everyday…Good for you and have a great trip. Just be careful out there!

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