I recently embarked on a 10-day trip to England with a group of students. We were on the road quite a fair bit and on those long-distance bus rides, I would write. The next few entries are from those journeys.
When I took this overseas trip on, I was really in two minds.
Look, I have two little ones at home. I have never been away from them since they were born. The only times I spent away from Aidan were when I weaned, delivered Zac in the hospital and when Zac was warded for his respiratory infections. As for Zac, well, I’ve been there since the day he was born.
Lest you think I’m being overly attached or sad, it’s a deliberate choice. I made the decision to take a pay cut and this job because it’s stable, has good hours and allows me to be home with my babies. With the husband’s crazy hours at work, one of us had to have reliable hours. Not working is not an option, for the sake of my bank account and my sanity. My littles needed a parent who was “grounded”.
So I took on this assignment with trepidation, especially since I faced such vocal objection from my mother (long story) which layered on the guilt.
But now that I am here, I am glad. I have been first and foremost a mother for the past four years. My thoughts are never far from my children, even when I supposedly am having some “me” time. My hours revolve around picking them up, dropping them off, fixing them dinner etc.
Here, I lose all these other identities. I am just me. I worry about myself and what I eat, what I wear, what I do. I don’t have to think about what foods to get for fussy little palates, how to keep them warm, what to do when they are bored.
I’m just me.
And sitting in the tour bus, as I travel down to Oxford, there is a sense of poetry as the scenery rolls past. The glorious blue sky with giant puffy clouds, the trees – sometimes bare and sometimes lush – and the vehicles that zoom by. I reflect and realise just how much I have missed travelling and exploring and soaking up the sights. I miss figuring out the subway system, miss stepping into a foreign shop and being delighted by its offerings. I miss taking photos. I miss the words and thoughts flowing out of my mind and my heart and onto a screen, to be immortalised.
I do miss simply being, me.
So. Penang happened in September last year. And, err, I realised that I never really wrote about it. Well, not until now.
We were there partly because we needed a break, but also because we decided we wanted to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary out of the country. The plan was to run off and do our couple thing but unfortunately, our then 18-month-old son had other ideas. He was such a mess when we left him in my mother’s care to enjoy an exhilarating night of Formula One that we realised we couldn’t leave him behind and hiked him along.
(The Formula One night was pretty hilarious. We were all, yeah we shall have beer and enjoy the after party, whoohoo! And then at 730pm, my mum started texting me to say that he was fussing and unhappy and oops, she was taking him home. We looked at each other and went, OH WELL. Little party pooper.)
Anyway, Penang. We loved the place. Loved the food. Loved the people. It was mighty hot and we were all burnt to a crisp by the time we got back but it was worth it. We had some moments with the little man – like, when he refused to eat his dinner and was generally a PITA – but he is a pretty good traveller, I must say.
I don’t know when our next holiday will be (maybe when Two is like, err, two) but ah, I shall look at our photos and reminisce.
Psst. I’ve put together a list of tips for travelling with a toddler to Penang over at Bubsicles. Have a read!
When we were planning to go to Ubud, shopping was the last thing on my mind. Seriously. All I wanted to do was…NOTHING. That’s right. I didn’t want a holiday where I had to explore museums and check out new places – I just wanted to chill and do absolutely nothing.
But then, we got to Ubud proper and we realised that we couldn’t simply sit back and do nothing. For starters, we had my mum with us and it wasn’t very nice to have her sit in the villa the entire day. Also, my boo boo would definitely suffer from cabin fever and drive us all nuts! So we decided that venturing out from the villa was a better idea for everyone.
The private villa that we had rented was about 10 minutes walk from Ubud centre and we decided to spend some time exploring the area one morning. And Cousin Ching and I were pleasantly surprised by what we found.
Here are the three shops that we would have happily spent the entire day in.
Blue Stone Botanicals
Both of us are pretty into aromatherapy and we were intrigued by this local shop. We are also snobs when it comes to retail decoration and Blue Stone Botanical‘s clean and minimalist look definitely appealed to us.
It sells essential oils, balms and soaps that are made using natural ingredients and do not contain any additives. I especially love their essential oils, which are 100% pure and steam distilled. Plus, the oils are so easy on the pocket! I am a big fan of essential oils (just not the MLM sort, if you know what I mean) so I was really happy with my purchases.
Blue Stone Botanicals
Jln Dewi Sita, Ubud 80571
Oh. My. Gosh. I wanted to buy everything that was in Nava. It has a large variety of wooden wares, ranging from cutlery to serve ware to decoration. Everything was beautifully crafted, so elegant.
I was highly restrained, as husband can testify to, and only walked out of the shop with a few pieces of cutlery. But, oh my, I could have bought so much more when I was there, everything was just calling out my name. I wanna go back!
Jln Dewi Sita 6D
This is something that all cooks and bakers would love – a shop that sells handmade and locally produced sea salts and jams. Aidan is going through a phase where he wants jam on all his bread (“bread and jam, mama?” he asks) and I thought to oblige him by checking out this shop.
There were all sorts of tasty concoctions that you can try before buying, including mango, milk caramel and strawberry and banana. I ended up with a jar of apple and cinnamon, which we have been savouring since we got back. Think chunky pieces of apple and the aromatic fragrance of cinnamon oozing in your mouth with every bite…mmm.
I also grabbed a jar of herbed sea salt, which I have yet to try. I think I might use it on a roast one of these days.
(No photos of the shop’s interior because I was busy tasting all the jams on display and it was our last stop so we were all pretty knackered!)
Jalan Dewi Sita and Jl Monkey Forest
So there you go: the three shops that I would love to go back to if we ever return to Bali. I love that they are all local shops, it gives me a great sense of satisfaction to bring home a piece of Ubud with me.
We took a quick holiday in Bali over the past week and, man, hauling around a toddler is an exhausting thing to do. There were times when he just pushed all the wrong (or right, depending on which side you are looking at) buttons and drove us absolutely nuts.
Thankfully, we took turns getting mad and were able to defuse the situation quickly. Ah, parenthood is really a partnership. And I feel like I need a holiday to recover from the holiday.
Having said that, it wasn’t all doom and gloom. The OMGHEISDRIVINGMEINSANE moments were far and few, and there was plenty of good fun too. There are good stories to tell but right now, I need to edit my photos and I’ll leave you with this gem of a tale.
So there we were, at the top of some rice paddy fields in the middle of nowhere, waiting for the sun to set and our organic food to arrive. How we got there is a story worthy to be told on its own so I’ll leave it for another day.
Anyway, yes. Picture this. We were sitting in some rustic “restaurant” that’s really a hut. Over in the far horizon, the sun was slowly setting. The adults – me, Mr Thick, my mum and my Cousin Ching – were all hot and sweaty from the hike up to the “restaurant”. Aidan was in his element, yelling and attempting to run all over the place, refusing to settle. Mr Thick was at the point of eruption. He plonked A onto the chair and delivered a grim and firm ultimatum: “SIT!”
In a bid to divert Aidan’s attention, my cousin started to talk to him.
Cousin Ching: Oh look, Aidan! Look at the sunset!
Aidan: (stops whinging and looks up with a WOAH expression) Oh! (pause) My god!
– End of scene –
It was just a month ago that we were there and yet it feels like a lifetime. Yup, that’s what parenthood does to you.
(Sidenote: every time I forget something or have to stifle a yawn in class, I tell my students that I am exceedingly tired and that if they value their sleep, they should AVOID having children at all costs. Am I not a terrible educator? DO NOT BLAME THE FALLING BIRTH RATES ON ME.)
Anyway, we had quite a quiet time in Perth. Being there with family meant that we could not afford to be overly ambitious with our itinerary, given that we had to take into account the comfort level of the other members. If it had been just the three of us, I am pretty sure we would have explored more places.
But it was just as well, taking it slow and easy. Oh, tip: don’t go over to Perth during the Easter break. It’s ridiculously quiet. All the shops are closed and as one radio DJ said, Easter is the dullest period of the year. Hah, no shit. Lesson learnt.
What I loved about Perth: the wide, open spaces; brilliantly blue skies; laid-back pace; the breathtaking sunsets; and THE COFFEE. How can I forget about the coffee? We didn’t go cafe hunting this time around but the two or three cups that I had were excellent. And they weren’t even recommended by Foursquare!
Writing about this brings up the wanderlust itch all over again. There is just something about being on the plane that makes me feel happy. Never mind that I may only be flying to KL, the notion of going somewhere brings me so much joy. I guess I just wasn’t made to stay in one place for very long – I’m like the sea snail with an itchy foot (is it any surprise that it’s one of my favourite books to read to A?).
If you need more ideas on where to visit while in Perth, drop me a note and I’ll try my best to help!