Monday 25 May, 2026.

Today, as it happens, is the anniversary of my mum leaving this planet. 52 years.

Which seems to have gone in a flash.

And yet not a day of that 52 years goes by without me thinking of Maureen Betty. 

We started the day early, 5.30am to be precise, because we both wanted a cup of tea and not have to rush for our first 3 hour yoga session.

Which began at 6.30 and is a 5+ minute walk from our little bungalow.

This is some of our little walk, along with a cheeky yogi pic…..obviously not taken in the dark at 6.30am of course.

This week we are going through the Seven Chakras beginning with the Root Chakra.

It’s lots to take in for me, but very interesting.

Our group, from as far away as Germany, are as diverse as they are kind and generous in their yoga practice.

It was lovely to get back to TriYoga, remembering how specific the practice in its creation and how lovely it really is.

After the three hours we headed to the resort cafe for a full-on and very healthy breakfast. 

I think many of us are eating at breakfast and then only again in the evening.

But I could be wrong.

Breakfast is included my friends. 

Therefore, we could actually all be a bunch of little piglets who try and make the most of the buffet bar.

This wasn’t of course buffet bar stuff, it was quality. 

Quality demands at least two servings.

From all of us.

Plus for some lucky people, a half strength single shot soy latte. 

Today with a sunny 28 and a full-on agenda we only had until 4pm before our next session.

Now, we would never do this in the heat of a Ballarat summer, and I am not sure what we were thinking, but at midday, we headed off to check out the ‘authentic’ Ubud Art Market.

Which meant a walk along that ‘very busy road’ and obviously along those ‘fraught with danger’ footpaths.

By the time we got to our destination (after taking the odd missed turn, neither of us are good with Google Maps) we were hot, sweaty and probably a tad dehydrated, even though we had water with us.

Unfortunately the authentic market was only authentic to every single market everywhere else in the world.

A lot of cheap rubbish. 

Quite disappointing but we had never seen it before so I say ‘New Experience’.

And you can’t get much better than that. 

Plus we got to see a bit of the town which you can now see in these very random photos.

The heat called for a stop at an ice creamery before  we headed back to our resort via that ‘very busy road’ along those ‘fraught with danger’ footpaths.

Next, the only thing to do was a dip in the pool…..

…..where one of our group – who was in the pool – happened to mention that there is a beautiful walk through the rice paddies into town.

Nearly forgot my intention of sealing my potty mouth. 

Needless to say, I owed Smithy a debt of gratitude for her patience and tolerance.

Post pool onto our last session for the day.

Which I must say was truly amazing.

To redeem myself for our lunch time walk, I suggested we then head down the road for a one hour massage before dinner.

Now Smithy isn’t a big massage attendee, unlike MoD and myself, so she wasn’t sure what to expect. 

Apparently I, 300% redeemed myself.

For $19AUD she had THE best massage ever.

My words.

They did treat us like a couple and put us together. Seperate massage beds of course.

Later Smithy asked – with one very raised eyebrow – if that was me making ‘those’ noises.

Well.

Yes Smithy. 

I was showing my appreciation to the man who was being very attentive to my muscle issues.

Hmmmmmmm

No, Smithy, it was not like a Meg Ryan “I’ll have what she’s having” situation.

It definitely was not.

Further raised eyebrows.

Smithy you really need to get those eyebrows seen to.

After all, I was only letting the nice man know when and where it felt good.

But, yes, now I can see where that could be misconstrued……

I noticed, when we were eating our post massage watermelon that both masseurs had rather big smiles on their faces.

I put that down to the tip we gave them.

Next stop was dinner at what is becoming a fave, The Elephant. 

It does have an elephant by the way, not a real one of course. 

The gorgeous lady welcomed us back. 

We were not disappointed.

Off to bed so we can do it all again tomoz.

One little note to leave you on.

The toilet rolls are in little wicker baskets.

And the toilet paper goes into another wicker basket beside the toilet.

We know this post a rather distressing toilet blockage.

Here comes that potty mouth again….