Happier times (C) PJ Croft 2011, 2014

Well, I’m not dead but I may as well be. I have no energy. All I want to do is sleep. I wouldn’t say I feel sick, I just can’t walk for more than a few minutes without feeling woozy and with waves of tiredness washing through my shoulders.

Luckily, if you have to be laid up, there can hardly be a better place. I only have to walk 80m to the restaurant for great food. Unfortunately, by the time I’ve walked back, I just want to crash on the bed again.

I emailed the medical centre yesterday and I have a doctor’s appointment on Monday at 11.30am. I’m feeling a little better than when I made the call, but still something’s wrong. And I’m deaf as a post – wax I assume, but it won’t clear.

Anyway, I can’t help asking myself, is there a more pleasant place in the entire world? I don’t think so. Perfect temperatures, moderate humidity (I don’t mind it at all), every day a perfect day, soft breezes, beautiful scenery, lovely people, endless places to go and things to see, great food, nice hotels, brilliant shopping – I can’t think of anything I want more. The only worry is the health aspect, but with the BIMC that seems to be taken care of, unless it’s really major.

Unfortunately, I believe Medicare cuts out after 6 months now, so the option to retire here but scoot home for Medicare treatment seems to be closed off. Maybe I’ve been misinformed? Buying here seems impossible for me now with all my health worries, so maybe more frequent visits? I’d forgotten how nice it is. I hadn’t been here since May 2011, apart from the one day visit in March this year.

I find it hard to remember that time when I had the energy to just jump on a plane and start moving all my stuff up here. It would be impossible now. I can’t stay the pace any more. Oh well.

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One thing very noticeable is the lack of tourists. There are only 15 rooms occupied out of 57 in this hotel. The waitresses are commenting on it. I’m sorry for them, their lives are hard enough without fickle tourist numbers.

STOP PRESS: I’ve just read this in The Guardian: “The Indonesian government has also announced it is scrapping the US$35 visa entry fee from January 1, which won’t harm Bali’s attraction as a low-cost holiday destination.”

It’s hardly a barrier, but it’ll be nice to breeze through without having to pay once again.

Preparing the feast (C) PJ Croft 2011, 2014