Bounty Island Day 2

After my stroll along the beach in the fresh morning air I’ve arrived at the wifi spot to reflect on yesterday’s adventures.

Greeted by the sun and her glistening rays across the ocean, there’s no escape from the fact we’re in paradise. We pottered around getting our stuff together for our morning. First stop would be breakfast, then a nice little corner of the beach. Donning our swimming togs, sarongs, sunscreen and sunglasses, we were ready. As the door was pulled closed, the words rang in the sure, “have you got the key?” Well, no I didn’t so this was the morning the not so unexpected happened, we locked ourselves out and had to pop to reception and fess up! There’s spares so it’s no bother but day 1 began with us at reception for various things, a reception free day would be good, anyhoo the lovely woman seems to find us a little amusing, glad we can cheer people up!

So after breakfast we found a little corner of the beach and claimed it. The morning sun is particularly pleasant to sit in and have a read as the ocean laps the shoreline in the background. Sitting still for too long is a bit of a challenge for me, so by mid morning I thought it would be good to go for a snorkel. I popped to the hut on the beach and grabbed the gear. Now graceful was not the order of the day here, the sand is harsh on the feet with lots of coral and shale, so with much wobbling and contorting of face I managed to get my fins on and get in the water. The visibility was amazing, as soon as my face was in the water I was greeted by fish.

The coral where I was, was not that colorful, in fact beige came to mind, but that just heightened the beautiful colors of the angel fish I encountered. There were so many fish feeding in the vegetation and all went well until something bit me! At first I thought it was just sea lice but apparently I had been befriended by a microscopic jellyfish, little bugger it really hurt. Anyway I enjoyed my time with the fish!

After that lunchtime was close, the sun really heating up so of course, what you do is go kayaking. The two of us took a tandem for a little jaunt. We had much fun, a few near misses with significantly larger seafaring vessels, but fun! After about 40 mins of paddling, floating and burning we headed back! Again graceful didn’t come into it as we disembarked, I managed to get out, again the sand underfoot made it hard, then my dear friend got out, the sand underfoot getting the better of her, yep she was in and getting back up almost lead me to incontinence. But we ploughed through and headed off for lunch.

The afternoon and evening was quiet, once we had been let back into our room it was nap time.

Once awake from our slumber we decided to walk the perimeter of the island. Bounty is quite small it only took us about 40 minutes, again the ground fought us the whole way. At one point we heard what we thought was a bee colony as a deep humming came from the trees, alas we learned on the way back to our bure that it was a much less romantic generator! We thought the bee colony sounded much more exciting. then it was shower time, alas after 4 attempts of turning on taps, it was time to pop to reception, we know how much they love our visits, to inform them that once again we had no water in the shower.

Reception greeted us with “oh no” and then we all laughed, the maintenance man would meet us at the bure, which he did. He walked into the shower and turned that tap straight on! We couldn’t stop laughing or apologizing for that matter, we had tried, perhaps there was a shower conspiracy!!!! Anyhow we were able to get ready for dinner!

After dinner it was just a few drinks by the pool, overlooking the ocean before retiring from our adventures for the day, but what an amazing day it was in paradise.

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Bounty Island – Day 1

We were booked on the 9am transfer to the island so it was an early start, we had a 7:15am pick up. Denaru Marina wasn’t far and we had soon checked in and got rid of our bags. But, yes there is a but, when we checked in our ticket said 9am departure, but the nice man who’d taken our bags had said he would put us on the 8:30am boat so we get a bit of extra time. So we went for coffee and just sat taking in the warm balmy air. The boat started to board, so we just double checked, was it out transfer, not sure, so ask! The woman looked at our tickets and told us, ‘no, not yet.’ So we sat back down. At 8:26am, yes I remember clearly, because I looked at my phone for the time thinking, well we’re cutting it a bit fine for 8:30 departure, so I checked again and realized the ticket said 9am. The woman in charge of our bags took me to the 9am departure bag pile and asked if I could see my bags and, you guessed it, no, she looked at me and simply responded, ‘quick, get on the boat!’ So it was a mad dash down the pier and onto the boat.

The 35 min trip to Bounty was pretty uneventful, but definitely pretty, the ocean calm, the sky blue, the sun shining. Once at Bounty we transferred to a small boat that’d take us ashore, as we approached the staff played guitars and sang to welcome us! Fiji knows how to do welcome. 

Obviously being so early our rooms weren’t ready so we left our bags, donned our togs and found a suitable lazing spot, taking in the beauty around us. The morning passed as did the 12 o’clock promise of a room. We had lunch and then asked if our room was ready, we just wanted to put our bags away! It was ready so off we went to our beach front bure, thing is, it only had one bed and no hot water in the shower, sorry correction, no water for a shower at all! So 2 trips to reception and 3 maintenance men later all was well in the world.

We pretty much did nothing, we lazed in the sun, read a bit, had a dip in the ocean, napped a bit, that’s island life I guess, pure unadulterated bliss!

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Fiji, We’re Here

It was a long day, we headed to youngest Revthreads for our lift to the airport at 7:45am and what a day. Our flight with Fiji Airlines was pleasant, or meal provided us with the most entertainment as we proceeded to pretty much drop everything we touched; butter, buttered bread roll and sultanas, yep the decorated the floor around us. Whether we were just tired or just quite frankly couldn’t believe the mess two grown women were making, I’m not sure, but we laughed until we were close to tears. Oh then there was a guy sat behind us who seemed to think we were about to fleece him! Obviously we look the sort, he was concerned about his case then checked his wallet! One he’d established we had taken nothing, he went on to tell us he was buying an island – who knows really!

Our first night was spent at Aquarius on the Beach, a pleasant little place. Our evening was relaxed, we sat by the pool for dinner listening to some local guys playing music, of course it would’ve been rude not to partake in the Kava! After dinner and listening to singing in native Fijian, I would be lying if I didn’t say I was s little taken aback to hear them singing Country Roads, sudden flashback to being a child in the back of the car, and other moments of unexpected country roads experiences.

After dinner we wandered to the waters edge, watching the gentle ebb and flow of the ocean, the water pleasantly cool on our feet. The night air was warm and calm, but if paradise really.

I sit now at stupid o’clock in the morning, we have to be ready to leave at 7:15am for Bounty Island. I then realized, doesn’t matter if I’m up at stupid o’clock because if I need to nap I can! So it’s 5:30am, I sit sipping green tea, blogging, with cockerels cockreling and a few kcal dogs ensuring their presence is heard. Overall though, it’s pretty quiet, the air is still warm and I am preparing once more for exercising the art of doing nothing!

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Beginnings in Sydney

It’s been a while now, I’ve been in Sydney for almost 3 weeks and while the adventures begin, sadness does still remain and I am quite surprises I haven’t drowned in my own tears some days. We have moved into our new Revthreads pad and our stuff is here, we have made it our own but it’s very different. I have wandered around our new surroundings, taking in the fresh air as I found a place within walking distance to do yoga – Egg of the Universe, pretty good I must say and it’s good to clear the mind and move the body in the warmth of a studio. I have visited some coffee places and of course the pubs. Its interesting that in a city with so many people you can still end up feeling lonely, leading me to really believe loneliness must be one of the most terrible poverties there is. I wandered through the city one day before catching up with a friend and I felt like I was in a scene from Lost in Translation. Surrounded by hundreds, probably thousands of people and yet I may have well being on another planet, everyone was simply hurrying along, so many people, so little time. I thought about how unfriendly our world had become and thought about how many times I would have walked through Brisbane and passed by the me in another form without acknowledging their presence. I only wandered for about an hour, but it was a long hour!

Relocating is such a huge thing, and the idea of allowing yourself to settle in a new place is a bit scary, the pain of leaving behind youngest revthreads and grandson rethreads, friends work is a hard thing to do, so in protection it seems a little better to perhaps keep yourself isolated, that way it never has to be repeated. It’s not all doom and gloom of course, I do know some people and we have had the opportunity to share over a few beers, begin to let roots touch the ground and perhaps just begin to settle. Hoping is some shape or form life will return to whatever we perceive as normal.

Our pad is in a great location, walking distance to pretty much everything we need including the water. I have to say for such a busy area I can’t believe how small the Woolworths car park is, so grocery shopping has even become a process of thinking will I get parked or will I have to pay for street parking – this did of course lead me to think I could make the Coles without the aid of my IPhone navigation via a road that I had never been down which included a very skilful drive the wrong way down a oneway street – thank God for Queensland number plates, a little support of my sorry I have no idea where I am or where I am going.

I am still waiting for work, so days are long and so there has been a need to cook lots, go to yoga often and get extremely frustrated with Optus over their complete inability to fulfil their contract with us and provide internet by the agreed date – another reason for it being a while since I blogged!

It has been great to spend more time with the eldest revthreads and the now 2, new grandpups, this has of course involved mum revthreads cooking dinners, but that’s OK. This weekend we have youngest Revthreads, her partner and grandson Revthreads visiting so that is exciting.

All I can really offer on relocating and leaving so much behind is it’s hard, it never gets easier, from past experience I am well aware that healing happens, but it’s important to name the grief, the loss because unless we do we can’t really claim the healing. If we fail to acknowledge the significant changes how can we begin to put down roots for new beginnings, new challenges, new adventures? If we are too guarded about how we feel how can we receive love and support from those who are willing to offer a hand of friendship? Every box I unpacked reminded me of what I have chosen to do, every box unpacked brought tears, but now I can face all our things and I can see them as being in their new place for now, their new place.

As time passes it gets a little easier, embrace the visits from loved ones, enjoy the moments with new ones and ultimately  book a holiday with a friend, I did, it’s just a little something extra to look forward to when the days are long.

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Last Night in Brisvagas

So the time has come, tonight is my last night in Brisvagas, obviously I’ll be visiting but that’s just it, I will be a visitor for the next how ever many years.

It’s been a wonderful, yet emotional day. I spent the morning with my beautiful daughter and grandson Revthreads, did some finalish packing and then the afternoon with my beautiful friend Tania, this evening I spent time visiting beautiful Omid, Nazanin and Fezzeh at BITA. Whilst it’s not good bye, just farewell until I visit there is no escape from the impact of this move. I have jumped on occasions between this is a great idea to I’ve just made the worst decision of my life, I can’t escape from the fact that I really love Mr Revthreads and so as he is in mid flight to Brisvagas to make the drive back with me tomorrow, I sit on the deck, with my red wine and ponder.

Almost 17 years ago now, we made the decision to move to Australia, a decision that ultimately was filled with broken hearts and tears, we have spent all of this time in Brisbane, it has become home and the idea that our new home together as a couple will be in Sydney seems strange to say the least. The journey of the last almost 17 years has taken turns that I would never have imagined, being a minister in the church for one! I had my final service on Sunday and the love was tangible, there is so much that will be missed, but the gratitude that is within me for all the people that I have had in my life so far runs deep.

I am trying hard to find the gratitude for this new adventure at the minute, but I am sure in time it will come. We have a new Revthreads pad, and new adventures to be had, it’s just going to be very different, so more blogging may be done as I find new places for fun and frivolity.

New friends, that’s a hard one, maybe I will be Nancy no mates and become a social recluse, the only issue with that of course is I talk to much, to anyone, even if they don’t talk back! Maybe I’ll write my book, just one of my dreams, I have an idea that I am toying with, so who knows! The world is your oyster, mmmm what does that mean? If we sit long enough it becomes a pearl, or add Worcester sauce and faken bacon it will disappear and be consumed? I don’t really like the idea of either! I can’t sit still for too long and I don’t want to be consumed! 

Anyhoo, last night in Queensland tomorrow New South Wales, I like the idea of new, but change is always scary, inevitable but scary. I have just loved being the Naniji that is on hand and now I will be on FaceTime, I have loved been a minister in a congregation but for the foreseeable I’m unemployed, I have loved been a friend to those close to me, but again it becomes a long distance thing, see it’s not looking so great is it? But I love been the life partner of Mr Revthreads and therein lies the reason for my decision, it is him who I will grow old with, it is him I will become incontinent with, it is him I will sit in front of TV eating dinner with, yep it’s his fault, but all jokes aside, it is him I married, him I love, him I have made this decision with and for, so soppy I know, but truth needs to be shared. When you find a life partner, life can be a challenge but when all is said and done, we will raise a glass to each other with love and have gratitude for the fact that actually we still really like each other.

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One week to go!

In my last blog I shared that the decision was made and I had decided I would be Sydney bound. Well I have only one week left here in Brisvagas before I hop in the car and make the journey south.

Packing, well what can I say? The straw that broke the camels back, moving requires stratergy, you don’t want to move empty space because you’re still charged for it, so I had a super thought tsunami, it was so much more than a brainwave. My bookshelves are cubes so a typical book box doesn’t fit, I woke and thought wine bottle boxes! Fill them with books and pop them on the shelves. I was thwarted by an older man who works in our local bottle shop when he told me I could only take six of the boxes that would eventually end up in the bin! I was absolutely gob smacked, like he paid for those boxes with his own money, did he realize the amount of wine I’d purchased over the last 8 years! Melt down number one, actually probably the only packing melt down but still. The next day I glanced casually to see who was working and it was they guy who was very friendly so I tried again, much to my relief he told me take what you want and so I was able to see through with my super thought tsunami, which I have to say is a great packing tip, even though I do say so myself!

My urges to pack have my attention for anywhere between 5 mins and an hour so, with one week to go, the house is a mess with some sealed boxes and a number of half packed boxes, but tomorrow is the pack up day, the boxes have to be finished with clothes that are needed handy and everything in one room, the reason, well Mr Revthreads is home for the weekend and then the next time he gets home is to drive to sydney the next day and the removal it’s don’t pick up our stuff until 3 days after we leave.

Of course the sadness of leaving the youngest Revthreads is real and always there, grandson Revthreads is now a beautiful, energetic 6 month old, who laughs and chuckles, rolls and shuffles. My heart is ever so much a little bit broken, but the decision has been made with them, it’s their time to be a family unit, baby Revthreads mum and dad, Naniji Revthreads will be the doting visitor on a regular basis. As the weeks have passed all has become more real, we now have a Revthreads pad in Sydney, a whole new area to explore and navigate, the older Revthreads get to spend some quality time with mum, which I have been informed involves Sunday dinner!  Here in Brisvagas the farewells have begun, it’s strange how it’s when huge decisions like this are made you really do realize how important people are. It’s not that I have ever considered the people in my life as insignificant or not important, but somehow the journey to get to where you are on the journey gets lost along the way. The people around me here have been so intergral in my making my life here in Australia, they have been the support, the fun and frivolity, the people that have laughed and cried with me. They have been the family for the little Revthreads as they have grown up into bigger Revthreads, they are our family here.

I still don’t have a job, but that’s less scary now, still a little concerned about the stepford wife thing, but hopefully I will resist the darkside. 

I have my final service at the church on Sunday, that’s gonna be hard, I love the people, the community and will miss all the connections I have built, not that they will all disappear, but I have had the honor and privilege to share in the lives of so many. I have joined people together in marriage, I have baptized children and I have celebrated the lives of people at funerals, if that’s not honor and privilege, I’m not sure what is. When I entered ministry I never really grasped what an amazing world it would be, of course there are challenges, there are people involved, but I have met some truly beautiful people and I will miss them all. I am also proud to say I still after 8 years in ministry have not dropped an “f” bomb from the pulpit, success right there, for me anyway. 

Anyhoo, enough for now, the next entry will probably be at the half way stop to the new pad!

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The move on the horizon

An adventure began in February as Mr Revthreads moved down to Sydney to begin his new job, little did we know then that our whole lives would change. After the hope that Mr Revthreads would be home every weekend was dashed by the incoming overtime the question arose, “why am I staying in Brisbane, when my life partner was in Sydney?” Now both the Revthreads children are adults, one lives in Sydney and one at home with me and her partner and yes of course, the beautiful little grand-revthreads! So while the question seems to have a clear cut answer of “get your backside down to Sydney,” this answer has been deep in the shadow of leaving a great placement, not having a placement to go to, leaving the beautiful family that I visit regularly in BITA, leaving my daughter which is absolutely intimately connected to the big one, leaving my grandson, who has melted my heart and for who I wanted to be the naniji that is just down the road.

After much soul searching, and of course what is a good drama without tears, lots of them, the decision has been made and I am preparing to head to Sydney for a new chapter in our lives in Australia. Now after 30 years together and 26 years of marriage I think it is pretty clear that Mr Revthreads and myself actually still really like each other and each others company, and that I think leads to the suggestion that the soul searching didn’t take too long, but while the answer was there, the journey through the shadows surrounding the answer has been and in many ways continue to leave me in moments of darkness. I can’t wait to be reunited with my man, to begin a whole new adventure, to actually live just as a couple for the first time in 24 years. But, there is no escape from the sadness that comes from leaving the city I have called home of the last 16 years, having limited visits to my daughter and grandson and the beautiful family in BITA (hopefully that will look very different soon) leaving my friends, leaving all the people I love – so that folks is what the shadows look like.

One of the horrors at this stage, (7 weeks and 2 days until I leave, not that I am counting) is that I have no job and there is a prospect of becoming a stepford wife with no job. What does Revthreads as housewife look like? God only knows, it’s not a role I have ever played, will I begin to iron underwear? Will I begin to paint my nails? Will I begin to colour coordinate or worse dress completely in beige????? Other horrors include packing, I have to think about it even though it is still a little early to do too much. Our daughter will remain in the house and we have the probability of living in an apartment – how does one decide the necessary requirements for apartment living? My food processor in it’s box took up the whole boot of my car, but it must come on the journey, how else does one whip up homemade veggie foods? My books, my books, the hard decision of which ones to take, books are important in ones life!

When we moved into our home here in Brisbane I never imagined for one minute I would be heading off again to another new home and definitely never saw the new State coming! But alas life throws up new and exciting opportunities when you least expect it and really doesn’t take into account the quandaries that one is hurled into. So to finish on a serious note, it’s been a hard decision but it’s made and there is an air of excitement in the life of the Revthreads family. I will head into the land of packing in the weeks to come (one I hope I am able to emerge from unharmed) I will prepare for the road trip south (complete with thermals) and I will prepare for the farewells but never good-byes (I will be back regularly)

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