Kicking back in Rarotonga allowed me to collect my thoughts and realise that working hosbo in Auckland was simply not productive, nor sustainable.
Upon my return to Auckland I was ready to leave the country and ready to stop working hosbo permanently.
Out of the blue, I had an interview for a corporate SEO role and with nothing left to lose and no one else to impress I decided I would go in all guns blazing in a fire of being myself and it worked remarkably well and got me the job.
When starting a new contract role it’s always wise to confirm holiday before you start (even if you don’t have any booked) as recruiters will sell you up regardless and no one is going to give up a good hire.
So on the 1st of June I started another high level corporate SEO agency role content in the knowledge that I had a 2 week holiday booked in Bali & Indonesia at the end of July.
The reason I had actually booked in holiday was that it was my 30th Birthday and without a steady relationship and no family in this part of the world, I wanted to get away from my surroundings to celebrate ‘becoming old’ on my own terms.
On my way to Bali from Auckland I managed to get a 10 hour stop over in Sydney (which required a transport visa) so I went and met my brother for the day as I had not seen him in 6 months since Brisbane at new years.
I was so excited to be back in Sydney. As sad (or as bad) as it sounds, if you’re looking to appreciate the conveniences of a modern western city, then Auckland is simply not on par with Sydney and I found myself rushing around all my favourite consumer indulgence spots consuming coffee, fast food and shakes.
I had wanted to buy a set of noise cancelling earphones for a very long time and I decided to finally treat myself to some for my 30th birthday. I picked these up in Sydney and they turned out to be the perfect relaxant for the long flights ahead.
I flew from Sydney to Denpasar and arrived at midnight local time. I walked out of the airport and found the first local claiming to be a taxi driver to give me a ride to Kuta. I got dropped off on the main road and rocked up to the first half decent looking place I could find. It turned out to be a great, cheap resort. This is how I like to do things.
Kuta is a war zone dump, which I would compare to the likes of Benidorm. I got out of there fast and took a taxi straight to Ubud.
It was the start of the tourist season in Ubud but because of the volcano eruptions in central Java the seasonal influx of Aussies and Kiwis were being delayed with flights cancelled across all Indonesian destinations.
This aside it was still hugely busy in Ubud and this counter culture hot spot had certainly outgrown its infrastructure with dangerous sidewalks and taxi filled roads it was not at all tranquil or relaxing but did serve as a gateway to many great Bali destinations and attractions that could be found in the local area.