My friend Suki is excitedly showing me around her new poo shop. They are installing the pipes and tubes for her colonic clinic.
‘It’s lovely,’ I say – I mean what can you say when shown a speculum and some white tiles?
But I’m more interested in the downstairs – a new juice bar / shop / organic health store emporium. The exciting thing is it’s about a minute’s walk from my house so potentially this could become the sixth place on my list of frequented locales.
‘But tell me it’s not just going to be healthy shit is it? Are they going to sell Coffee? And cake? Because I need coffee and cake.’
‘I’ll pass that on,’ Suki says.
‘You do that. Tell them if they sell coffee – good coffee mind – and cake – good cake mind, then I will be their most loyal customer.’
I think she thinks she’s lost hope with converting me to a healthy lifestyle.
Having said that since being back I’ve already accrued a pile of young coconuts, a kilo of organic salad, a sack of raw cacao beans that I’ve been grinding up and sprinkling in my banana milkshakes and over my RAW porridge (get me) and a bag of Maca powder – apparently a superfood that will make me smarter, healthier, more beautiful and less hormonal. We’ll see. I find Vodka also achieves this same end and tastes better.
Being back is just blissful. I mean seriously blissful. Mainly because Kadek is back in my life. I am a lazy spoilt foreigner. Label away. I don’t care. It frees up my time for writing. And writing makes me happy and writing makes me money which allows me to employ local people who have no other income…ok, justification over in case there are those of you who take mortal offence at us having a house keeper (I know you’re out there)…don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. There’s fresh papaya in the fridge. I don’t have to wash up. My laundry is dropped in the pile and then miraculously finds its way folded back into my wardrobe a day later smelling of sunshine.
Talking of which SUNSHINE…that’s how you feel. I have missed you. Let’s get reacquainted – what later today? At the pool? Perfect! See you then.
London I loved you. Friends I miss you. But this life, this life is what it’s all about.