GOOD morning, my darlings. The Christmas lights along Orchard Road are aglow, and carols are filling the air with warm and toasty sentiments. How nice. I love Christmas — it’s my favourite time of the year.
Shopping for gifts pour mes amis. Writing them cards to say what I’ve been too busy to say all year. Getting all nostalgic and maudlin. Like, watching Love, Actually for the 107th time, and still tearing up when Mark does his damned “To me, you are perfect” thing at Juliet’s door (and I’m supposed to be dead inside like Max Black. While we’re on the subject of sappily romantic cinematic gestures, my vote goes to Mark’s placards over Lloyd Dobler’s boombox move — just saying).
But most of all, it’s allowing yourself to slow it down a notch, reflect and take stock of the year you’ve had, and look forward to a new one with fresh perspective, plans, goals and enthusiasm — while you sip Mojito by your private plunge pool in Bali.
But most of all, it’s allowing yourself to slow it down a notch, reflect and take stock of the year you’ve had, and look forward to a new one with fresh perspective, goals and enthusiasm.
I woke up this morning with a serious case of wanderlust. Going away at the end of each year has become somewhat of a tradition for me. Although, I’m sure it has to do with all that talk last night with my friends about our next getaway. Our last trip took us to Bali in March this year. So. Much. Fond. And Stupid Funny. Memories.
Mark Twain said: “I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.” After several rounds of Cards Against Humanity (some true, dark, colours were revealed), sharing precious bed space with two other people, baring your face, a few unfortunate incidents involving snores, snorts, vomiting and f*rting (you know who you are!), I think my Bali buddies and I have come to a safe conclusion that we do actually like one another.
I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.
— Mark Twain
So in 2016, we’re going to put Twain’s theory to the test again. But where to? Chiang Mai? Phuket (I would return to Point Yamu by Como in a heartbeat)? Boracay? Dare we take it further? Japan? New York? Paris? Perhaps we might revisit Bali. We’d spent most of our time in Seminyak the last time. Maybe we’ll Ubud it this time. I mean, I do really want to check out Bisma Eight, a new 38-suite luxury boutique hotel, which opened its doors only in the beginning of this year. Looks super inviting (and Instagram-perfect), doesn’t it?
Note to Rishon (the girl is big on organic living): The hotel is an advocate of the farm-to-table dining concept. They have their own organic farm, Bisma Gardens, which supplies fresh produce directly to the kitchen. You’ll love it.
So, friends, what do you think? Bali Part 2? 😉
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