Things I’ll miss about Bali, part 2: (warning, laser beams are included)

Of course I'll miss my trusty steed here - my Scoopy, which may have had a clapped out wing mirror and rust in the most unspeakable of places, but still sped me from A to B in stylish safety throughout my time in Ubud (for about $35 a month including gas). I'll also miss my laundry coming back in a vacuum sealed bag (nothing like a bit of suction to make your pants seem smaller) and smelling of a freshly...Read More

Becky Wicks & Sarah Alderson discuss 10 Essential Marketing Tips for New Authors…

Author Sarah Alderson and I are guest speakers at the Ubud Writers & Readers Festival this week, where we're discussing all things "marketing" and more on a series of panels. We're also taking a look at traditional versus self-publishing... Being a successful author these days means knowing how to market and promote yourself and your book, and let us tell you, it doesn’t matter in the slightest whether you're traditionally published or going the indie/self-publishing route - you're going to have...Read More

Getting a wisdom tooth removed in Bali (at the Sayan Aesthetic Institute) and surviving to tell the tale…

I don't know about you but when I think of getting any kind of medical procedure done anywhere outside of my home country I immediately enter panic mode and imagine the worst case scenario, which in the case of dentistry would be some dodgy backstreet guy tying a rope around my tooth, strapping the other end to the back of a rusty old car and driving till it popped from its socket. Living in Bali I thought nothing of getting...Read More

GMO-NO!!! You are what you eat, so you’re becoming a genetically modified robot…

Recently I’ve been freaking out about what goes into our food. Cancer, obesity and infertility are all on the rise year by year. 90 percent of all corn, cotton and soy grown in the U.S is genetically modified… arrrgh! What doesn't kill you is supposed to make you stronger but even with a stash of healthy supplements that looks like that up there, in one of the "healthiest" towns in the entire world, I am still freaking out over how...Read More

The raisin that was not a raisin…

The other morning I woke up and found a raisin in my bed. There was a time in my life when this wouldn’t have puzzled me at all, but on this occasion I had not been drunk the night before and I had not been eating raisins, or indeed, anything else in my bed. I thought perhaps it had got stuck to my foot somehow and consequently I had brought it into my house and then into my bed, so...Read More

Breakthroughs with Bali’s best healer: all in an Ubud afternoon…

If you don’t believe in the power of Bali magic, or Bali healers in general, you should go and see Cokorda Rai anyway. I just had the privilege of seeing him for the second time (the first was over a year ago when I was writing Balilicious), on our way back from Uluwatu. I didn’t actually get anything done to me, but a guy we were with experienced a serious breakthrough with some emotional blocks and heart healing energies, and...Read More

What do you mean it’s not a perfume?

I saw this Yoga Mat Mist today and my first thought was, "Why would anyone want to smell like a yoga mat?" Seriously. And then I realized that I know nothing about this strange new world and that actually it's not a perfume meant to ensure you smell spiritual, it is actually something you spray onto your mat to eradicate the stench of sweat. I don't think I need it yet.

Connecting to the divine: how far is going too far?

Last night, me and my friend Brie sat in a favourite little spot called Clear Café listening to a girl waxing lyrical about her own wondrous divinity for at least an hour. This happened after an innocent Aussie couple made the dire mistake of asking her if she did yoga here. NEVER ask a single white female if they do yoga in Ubud. You will never get away. “Oh yes, I am in love with Kundalini yoga,” the girl enthused,...Read More

Kirtan, karaoke, cats… and why I am just not spiritual enough…

I was doing OK at tonight’s Kirtan session at The Yoga Barn, until the hippy with a sleeveless shirt and more beads than a New Orleans Mardi Gras parade walked in with some sort of blanket round his shoulders, wearing sunglasses. I don’t normally laugh in these situations because it’s rude and let’s face it, if you can’t take things like Kirtan seriously you really shouldn’t be somewhere called The Yoga Barn, (or in Ubud for that matter), but there’s...Read More