The art of doing nothing
Beijing has been amazing. Better then expected and expectations were high. Having a couple beers alone on The Great Wall of China is truly Great, to visiting feature places in Beijing like the Forbidden Palace, Tiananmen Square, parks and fake markets to little hole in the wall restaurants. The air is thick to breath but eventually you almost get used to it by the time you have to leave. I’m happy I’m not the one that has to huff and puff on the volleyball courts to win a match. Apparently 20 minutes of jogging in Beijing equals to smoking 2 packs of cigarette on a bad day. Every time I blow my nose at night, black soot comes out, not so sexy. I enjoy watching my final matches of beach volley as I start knowing the players and the stats for every country. My favorite are the “Fun Girls” that come out and shake their moneymakers after every set, glorified cheerleaders but I can’t keep my eyes off of them.
Time to leave Christian so he can go to Prague for another world tour stop and I’m flying to Bali, which is still surprisingly far from Beijing.
Arriving in Kuta, Bali I feel like I’m in a quiet paradise compared to my journey in China even if that place is anything but peaceful. Between the crazy parties, hassling for “transport, transport, massage, banana massage?”, people are so nice and friendly with flowers everywhere. I check in to my favorite Un’s hotel to find some local friends and friends from home too. My first night here, it torrential rains; makes me stop everything and try to do nothing as rivers start poring down every street. Easier said then done to really appreciate and do nothing, an art as the Chinese proverb says. I go to bed real early enjoying my first downtime is what seems like an eternity.
My favorite schedule begins: Eat, Surf, Sleep. I’m in heaven here and it feels like home now after my 5th time here over the years. The only thing missing is my best friend Annie Boulanger who arrives 5 days after I get here. Finally, the team is back in action and we can get the real party started now that my batteries are recharged.
Writing this as we’re waiting for our boat to go to the Island of Lombok, our little quiet paradise for the next little while.