A retreat of sorts

After the ‘sort my life out’ meltdown of the last month and deciding to leave work, I am taking myself on a retreat of sorts.

This is the traditional meaning of the word:

a (1) : an act or process of withdrawing especially from what is difficult, dangerous, or disagreeable (2) : the process of receding from a position or state attained <the retreatof a glacier> b (1) : the usually forced withdrawal of troops from an enemy or from an advanced position (2) : a signal for retreating.

I wasn’t going to withdraw my troops but I was feeling kind of sad that The Ginger Hunk is going away this Sunday for two weeks.

We were going to meet up in Bali anyway on the 29th, because we are writing and shooting three travel pieces together.

Then, it dawned on me, an awakening of the travel possibilities.

Why sit around in Australia moping when I can go to Bali earlier? (Hanging out in Bali is actually cheaper.)

So I decided to make a retreat of sorts on my own.

I was a little bit nervous to go on my own, but my mind was decided when I found a glorious room in Ubud on Airbnb.

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This part of the description got me a little bit excited.

“Intuitive Flow Yoga Studio is four minutes walk from our door.”

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Then this statement from my hostess sealed the deal.

“I live downstairs with my two Bali cats , one sociable and responsive to visitors and one timid and hardly seen when other people are here.”

One sociable cat is enough for me.

Then I checked with AirAsia if I could change my flights. They said yes. And it was done!

So, off I go to Bali on my own next week, for a do-it-myself retreat: a week of yoga and writing.

I’m a little bit excited because the last time I have been travelling solo I must have been 22!

It could not come quickly enough!

Ever been on a DIY retreat? 

Any tips for me travelling solo as a middle aged woman? 

Ashleigh XXX


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