Special morning at the Imbewe Spa in Marloth Park…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 19, 2026 with 0 Comment

It’s delightful when the giraffes come to call.

There has never been a time in my life when I have particularly cared about getting manicures and pedicures. I was always content taking care of my own fingernails and toenails, doing so at my convenience, in my own space, without the need to schedule an appointment or sit in a salon chair. Back in the 1970s, when acrylic nails became all the rage, I did join the trend and treated myself to a monthly manicure. It felt like a small indulgence at the time, something fun and social, but even then, pedicures never quite appealed to me.

The vegetation is so dense that, at times, it’s hard to capture a good photo.

Part of it was simple practicality. My feet are incredibly ticklish, and the idea of someone working on them while I tried to sit still always made me uneasy. Over the years, I also couldn’t justify the cost. It seemed unnecessary to spend money on something I could easily manage myself at home. For decades, that mindset worked just fine.

As the years passed, however, I began to notice that what had once been easy was no longer quite so simple. Bending, reaching, and maintaining the same level of care took more effort than it used to. At the same time, I became more aware of how important proper foot care is as we age. It is not just about appearance. It is about comfort, mobility, and overall health.

Several years ago, our friend Louise mentioned Imbewu Spa here in Marloth Park. They offer a range of spa services, including facials, massages, and more. At the time, I was curious but still somewhat hesitant. Eventually, I decided to make an appointment for a pedicure, thinking I would at least give it a try. That decision turned out to be one of those small but meaningful changes that improve everyday life.

That is when I met Patience. From the moment I walked into the quaint and charming spa, I felt at ease. Patience has a warm, gentle nature that immediately puts me at ease. My first pedicure with her completely changed my perspective. Not only did my feet feel better than they had in years, but the experience itself was enjoyable in a way I had never expected.

Since then, it has become a monthly ritual. I look forward to having my toenails polished and my feet properly cared for, but just as much, I look forward to the time spent chatting and laughing with Patience. It has become more than a service. It is a connection, a moment of shared stories and easy conversation that adds a special layer to the experience.

In the United States, when I have truly needed a pedicure, the cost has ranged from US $65 to US $85. Each time, I found myself hesitating, weighing the expense against the need. Occasionally, I would go ahead and do it, but it never felt quite the same. Here, with Patience, the cost is so reasonable, and the value goes far beyond the price. At Zar 300, US $18.21, it feels like a gift I can give myself without a second thought.

This morning at 10:00, I had my first pedicure with Patience since we returned to Marloth Park eight days ago. Sitting there once again, I was reminded of how much I had missed it. It felt familiar, comforting, and quietly restorative.

Back at the house, I found myself looking forward to two simple things. The first was getting today’s post uploaded, settling into the familiar pace of writing again. The second was returning to my exercises, which I only resumed this week, now that the coughing has subsided and the sinus infection has finally cleared.

There is something deeply satisfying about feeling healthy again. It allows me to fully appreciate this life we are living here in the bush. Each day offers its own small joys, from the quiet mornings to the familiar routines that ground me. As I sat there reflecting, I realized just how many reasons I have to be grateful. There are so many that I could never possibly count them all, including these special times with Patience at Imbewe Spa.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 19, 2016:

Colorful fishing boat in Bali, with the crew at the end of a long night. For more photos, please click here.

Shocking meat prices in South Africa…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 18, 2026 with 2 Comments

This was the meat we picked up at the Wild Butchery at the Bush Centre only 2.3 km, 1.4 miles, from our bush house. We purchase all of our meat there.

After spending weeks in Minnesota in the United States, and before that in Tasmania and New Zealand, we found ourselves once again standing at a familiar counter this morning, smiling in disbelief at what we were about to pay. It felt almost surreal after the past few months of watching grocery totals climb higher and higher, especially when it came to meat, which is such a central part of our diet.

We headed out early to the Wild Butchery, knowing Alta, the owner, had set something special aside for us. She had thoughtfully sourced a beautiful beef tenderloin from her supplier, and when she brought it out, we could hardly believe the price. For a full kilogram, which is about 2.2 pounds, we paid Zar 288, the equivalent of only US $17.53. That comes to roughly eight dollars per pound. I actually paused for a moment, doing the math again in my head, just to be sure we were seeing it correctly.

Not long ago, while shopping at Costco in the US, we stood in front of the meat case and stared at beef tenderloin priced at US $22 per pound. That is Zar 361.30 per pound. The difference is staggering when you put it side by side like that. We had assumed, perhaps naively, that prices in South Africa would have climbed just as dramatically over the past nine months. But standing there today, it was clear that, at least for now, they have remained relatively unchanged.

We also picked up two sirloin steaks, each weighing about half a kilogram. For the slightly larger one, we paid Zar 94.35, which is about US $5.74, and even less for the smaller cut. It almost feels like we are getting away with something when we compare these prices to what we have been seeing elsewhere in the world.

Moments like this remind us why we love being here so much. Our way of eating, which leans heavily toward keto and carnivore, can become quite expensive depending on where we are. In some places, it requires constant adjustments and compromises. Here, it simply fits. We can enjoy the foods that make us feel our best without constantly worrying about the impact on our monthly budget.

Of course, we still enjoy dining out, and we do so often. On average, we go out at least three times a week. Even then, the cost remains reasonable. A typical meal for both of us, including drinks, tax, and tips, comes to around US $50, or Zar 822. It allows us to balance cooking at home with enjoying the social side of being here.

Yesterday, added another layer to our routine. We stopped by Daisy’s Den to arrange for a weekly bale of lucerne (alfalfa) for the animals. Every Saturday morning, it will be delivered, and we hope it will bring more visitors to our garden during busy weekends when tourists are in the area. The cost for the delivered lucerne is Zar 230, or US $14.18, which is noticeably less than the Zar 350, US $21.28 we pay for each delivered bag of pellets. The lucerne will easily replace at least one bag each week, and those small savings add up over time.

As nomads, we have learned to pay attention to these details. Every choice, every adjustment, contributes to the bigger picture. Being able to return to a place where life feels both abundant and manageable is something we never take for granted. It allows us to continue this lifestyle we love, moving through the world while still saving money on our unusual lifestyle.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 18, 2016:

Yes, I ate this entire plate of spicy Balinese chicken, atop a bed of stir-fried vegetables, along with a salad. This is one of our favorite meals. Yes, this is an entirely sugar-free, grain-free, starch-free, gluten-free meal with under 10 grams of carbs (all from vegetables). For more photos, please click here.

Lots of warm greetings at Quiz Nights…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 17, 2026 with 0 Comment

Last night we arrived at Giraffe Pub and Grill with plenty of time to settle in before Quiz Night began at 6:30 pm. The atmosphere was relaxed and welcoming, with a mix of locals and familiar faces, many of whom came over to warmly greet us as we sat at the bar. We commiserated with the locals, and after perusing the menu for a few minutes, we placed our orders and headed to the outdoor area to find our new game table as we waited for our food.

This baby zebra may have been born in the past few weeks.

Tom chose the chicken schnitzel, which came with creamed spinach and a generous serving of chips (fries). It was a hearty meal and exactly what he was in the mood for. I decided on a green salad with a double portion of grilled chicken on top. Instead of traditional dressing, I used sour cream, which worked surprisingly well and kept everything aligned with how we prefer to eat. Both meals were fresh, flavorful, and satisfying without feeling overly heavy.

Throughout the evening, I sipped on two glasses of ultra-light white wine, while Tom enjoyed a few Lion beers. It felt like a simple treat after a full day, and we were both relaxed and ready for the quiz to begin.

We joined a team called The Bush Babies, a fun group with a good sense of humor and just the right amount of competitive spirit. Neither of us knew what to expect from our new team, but it didn’t take long for us to be fully engaged with our three new teammates. The questions ranged from easy to surprisingly challenging, covering everything from general knowledge to more obscure topics. There was plenty of laughter at our table, especially when we second-guessed answers or realized we should have trusted our first instinct.

By the end of the night, we didn’t win, but we came in fourth place, which felt like a small victory considering it was our first time playing with this group. More than anything, it was about the experience and the chance to connect with others in such an easygoing setting.

When the bill came, it was another reminder of how affordable many things still are here. Our dinner and drinks came to Zar 562.69, which is about US 34.72, including tax and tip. The quiz entry fee was Zar 30 per person, US 1.85 each. Altogether, the evening cost us US$38.42, or ZAR 622.69. Even with inflation affecting prices here as it has in so many parts of the world, it remains noticeably less expensive than what we’ve experienced elsewhere.

Today we’re heading into Komatipoort to run a few errands and make several stops at local shops. After that, Tom plans to take the rental car to a nearby body shop. On our drive here along the N4, a piece of sugar cane fell from an overloaded truck and struck the hood of the car. It startled us at the time, but thankfully, there was no serious damage. It will be far less expensive to have it repaired locally than to deal with the rental company later.

Later this afternoon, we’re looking forward to a quiet evening back at the house. This morning, we prepared one of our favorite meals, a keto hamburger mushroom scramble. We made a large batch, enough for the next two nights, plus an extra portion that we froze for another time. Having meals ready like this makes a big difference. It allows us to spend more time enjoying the bush and less time in the kitchen, which is exactly how we like it.

We’ll be back tomorrow with more new photos and whatever the next day brings.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 17, 2016:

On November 13, 2012, while we were staying in Scottsdale, Arizona, and preparing “paperwork” for our travels, we saw this stone sign in Old Town on a walk. It read: “I have found that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them” by Mark Twain. Fortunately, we continue to like one another after many years on the move. For more photos, please click here.

Rough driving on the dirt roads to the river…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 15, 2026 with 0 Comment

Three starings on a log railing at “Two Trees,” river viewing area.

Yesterday afternoon, we climbed into the little car, still coated in a fine layer of bush dust from our earlier outings, and made our way along the uneven, rutted roads that have always felt like part of the experience here. There is something familiar about the slow pace required to navigate these roads, as if the land itself is gently reminding us to take our time and pay attention. But this time, the roads told a slightly different story. During the nine months we were away, Marloth Park endured severe flooding, the kind that reshapes the landscape in undeniable ways. Many of the dirt roads we once drove without a second thought now bear the scars of rushing water, carved out and shifted, forcing detours and patience.

Southern white-crowned shrikes, mating pair as seen at Two Trees.

There is only one tarred road running through the residential area, Olifants Drive, a stretch that feels almost out of place in a setting that prides itself on remaining as natural as possible. The rest, nearly one hundred kilometers of gravel and sand, has always been intentionally left untouched. It is part of what makes this place what it is. Still, as we turned off toward the river, we found ourselves rerouted, adjusting our expectations as we followed a new path to reach Seekoei Road.

A hippo was resting on a sandbar in the Crocodile River.

The drive itself was worth every bump and turn. As we approached the Crocodile River, that sense of anticipation settled in, the feeling that something remarkable could appear at any moment. We made our way to Two Trees, one of those simple yet magical spots that seems to hold its own energy. The landscape opened up before us, the river stretching wide, the opposite bank close enough to study yet far enough to maintain a sense of mystery.

This hibernating tree frog is sleeping on the inside edge of the outdoor refrigerator. We checked to confirm it was alive, and it was. We left it alone.

We sat there for a while, saying very little, taking it all in. A few animals moved along the riverbank in the distance, and birds called out in a way that felt both familiar and welcoming. This place has not changed in its essence, even after the floods, even after our long absence. If anything, it felt as though it had simply continued, waiting patiently for us to return.

Later that evening, back at the house, we prepared a simple dinner, nothing elaborate, just something comforting after the day’s outing. We carried our plates out to the big table on the veranda, a space that has always been our favorite place to be. As the light began to fade, the bush came alive. One by one, our regular visitors appeared, some cautiously approaching, others more confident, as if they remembered us just as clearly as we remembered them.

We paused often between bites, watching them, smiling at their persistence and their curiosity. It felt grounding, this simple act of sharing space with the animals, of being present without expectation. After so much time spent traveling and the recent challenge of recovering from pneumonia, this moment felt like a deep exhale.

Big Daddy stopped by at night, as picked up by the trail cam.

Now, with everything unpacked and put away, there is a sense of order that brings its own kind of peace. We no longer feel like we are in transition. Instead, we are settled, anchored in this place that continues to give us so much. As we move through these days, still regaining our strength, we are reminded that healing need not be rushed. Here, it unfolds naturally, just like everything else.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 15, 2016:

Late yesterday afternoon, during an unusually heavy rainstorm, I went out to the garage freezer to get some ice. I saw this long, black thing, called an omangomang in Balinese, moving along the garage floor. I called out to Tom to see it. He grabbed the camera and came running. Creepy. Was that an eye looking out at us? For more photos, please click here.

Quiet in the bush on the weekends…”Oh, what a night” at Jabula!…We couldn’t have had more fun!…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 14, 2026 with 4 Comments

As we have mentioned many times over the years, fewer animals come to our holiday home on weekends. It has become a familiar pattern, one we have come to expect rather than question. There are two primary reasons for this, both of which make perfect sense when we pause to consider the bigger picture.

First, there is a noticeable increase in activity throughout Marloth Park. By the time Friday arrives, the quiet roads begin to fill with vehicles as tourists pour in for a few days of escape. With them comes an energy shift. What is typically a calm and predictable environment during the week becomes busier, louder, and far less predictable. It is easy to imagine how this might feel to the wildlife. The animals, so attuned to subtle changes in their surroundings, seem to retreat, choosing caution over curiosity.

The second reason is something we have witnessed time and time again. Many visitors feed the animals, often offering foods that are not suitable for them. While this is usually done with good intentions, it creates a different kind of draw. The animals begin to associate certain homes with easy and abundant food sources. Given the choice, they will often return to those places rather than seek out the familiar pellets we provide.

We cannot blame them. It truly is the nature of the beast, no pun intended.

This morning, as we sit on the veranda hoping to capture a few photos to share, the absence is unmistakable. The bush stretches out before us, quiet and still, with no sign of our usual visitors. No warthogs wander by, no kudu linger in the distance. Only the occasional gecko breaks the stillness, slipping across the floor in a quick and effortless motion.

Even so, there is comfort in knowing this is temporary. Tomorrow is another day. Once Monday arrives and the weekend visitors begin their journeys home, the environment shifts once again. Slowly, almost cautiously, the animals begin to filter back into our surroundings. It often feels as though they are checking to see if things have settled, if the familiar calm has returned. When they realize it has, they stay, moving through the bush with a sense of ease that feels reassuring to witness.

Over the months we will be in the bush. Chewy will spend a lot of time with us.

They always seem happy to see us, or at least willing to return to a place where they can count on a bit of sustenance. The pellets we offer are a small but consistent part of their diet, especially now. The bush may appear lush and green after months of generous rain, but appearances can be deceiving. Much of the vegetation they rely on has already been grazed down. What looks abundant is often depleted, leaving them with fewer options than one might expect at first glance.

On another note, last night at Jabula turned into one of those unexpectedly memorable evenings. Every seat at the bar was taken, and before long, we found ourselves chatting with a group of four: a father, his two beautiful adult daughters, and one daughter’s fiancé. The conversation began in the easy, familiar way these encounters often do. We shared where we were from, snippets of our travels, and the kind of lighthearted stories that fill the early part of an evening.

It’s always amazing to see how the wildlife keep themselves clean from constant grooming.

As time passed, the conversation deepened in a way that felt natural and unforced. Dawn and Leon joined in, and soon the seven of us were completely engaged, laughing, sharing, and enjoying one another’s company. When the music grew louder and the drinks flowed a little more freely, the atmosphere shifted into something that felt reminiscent of a place where everyone belongs. It had that welcoming, connected feeling that is hard to describe but easy to recognize.

We typically head home by 8:00 in the evening, but last night was different. We stayed until after 10:00, reluctant to leave such an enjoyable experience.

Back at the house, we settled into bed, thinking we might stream a few shows before falling asleep. Instead, we found ourselves drifting in and out, the long day catching up with us. Eventually, we gave in, closed the laptop, turned off the light, and let sleep take over.

Chewy is so content here that he allows himself to drift off.

I ended up sleeping longer than Tom. He was up and moving by 5:30 this morning, while I lingered in bed for a few extra hours, savoring the quiet start to the day.

Tonight, we will dine in, enjoying a meal on the veranda. As the weekend comes to a close and the tourists begin to leave, we hold onto the hope that a few of our wildlife friends might stop by. If not tonight, then tomorrow.

Either way, life is good, and we are content.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 14, 2016:

In Bali, Tom took this extraordinary photo of a praying mantis on the edge of the infinity pool. For more photos, please click here.

Quiet contemplation of my version of paradise…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 13, 2026 with 2 Comments

I can’t explain how many times yesterday I said, I am so happy here. It seemed to spill out of me without effort, as natural as breathing, as if something deep inside had been waiting for this exact moment to finally speak. Even through the fog of exhaustion from the long journey, that feeling never wavered. If anything, it grew stronger as the hours passed, gently reminding me why we travel such great distances to return to this place.

Yesterday afternoon, I finally surrendered to the fatigue that had been lingering since our arrival. I stretched out for what I assumed would be a short rest, only to awaken two and a half hours later. I can’t remember the last time I napped that long. I have never been much of a napper, often feeling restless or guilty for taking time to sleep during the day. But this time was different. My body clearly needed it, and when I opened my eyes, I felt renewed in a way that only deep, uninterrupted sleep can provide.

This morning, that same sense of restoration remains. I truly believe sleep is the magic elixir that helps soften the edges of jet lag. Just two days after arriving, and after taking my last antibiotic last night, I feel fantastic. It is almost as if my body and mind have mutually agreed that it is time to be fully present here, to let go of the strain of travel and simply exist in this beautiful place.

This typical pose means, “I’d like some pellets.”

At only 7:00 this morning, I was already showered and dressed, and shortly later, I was seated at the table on the veranda. The air is cool and gentle, the kind of morning that feels like a gift. Tom was up early at 5:30, but he has since gone back to bed, hoping to catch a few more hours of sleep before we head to Komatipoort to grocery shop. He is a bit behind me in recovering from the illness and the long journey. I can see it in his eyes, that lingering tiredness that refuses to let go just yet. Even so, I know he will get there. This place has a way of healing, both quietly and steadily.

His fatigue didn’t stop us from going to Jabula last night. We decided to surprise Dawn and Leon, knowing they were not expecting us for a few more months. The look on their faces when they saw us walk in was something I will not soon forget. Their hugs were warm and genuine, filled with a sense of connection that time and distance never seem to diminish.

Many wild animals drink the pool water, which is safe for them because it has minimal chlorine.

As the evening unfolded, more familiar faces arrived. One by one, locals we have come to know over the years greeted us with the same heartfelt enthusiasm. There is something so comforting about being welcomed back in this way, as if no time has passed at all. The conversations were lively and animated, filled with laughter, stories, and that easy camaraderie that comes from shared experiences in this unique place.

The food, as always, was delicious, and the ambiance could not have felt more inviting. There is a certain energy there that feels deeply rooted in Africa, something authentic and unpretentious that draws people together. We arrived at 5:00 in the evening and, as is our habit, left around 8:00, our bellies full and our hearts even fuller.

Mongooses and other animals drink from the fountain, which we keep filled with fresh water.

And now, this morning, I sit alone in the quiet, taking it all in. The weather is perfect, cool, dry, and bright with sunshine. There is a stillness here that invites reflection, a gentle reminder to slow down and simply be. I find myself immersed in a quiet contemplation of what feels like my version of paradise.

After the challenges of illness and the long journey to get here, this moment feels especially meaningful. There is a sense of healing that goes beyond the physical, something deeper that touches the soul. I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude, not only for being here, but for the ability to fully appreciate it.

Tom’s ribs, chips, and green bean mash were last night’s dinner at Jabula.

In this peaceful setting, with nothing more than the sounds of nature and animals rustling among the vegetation surrounding me, I am reminded once again why we come back. It is not just the place itself, but the feeling it evokes. A sense of peace, of belonging, and of joy that is difficult to put into words, yet impossible not to feel.

Thanks to all our readers worldwide for standing by us as we navigated some challenging times and for being here with us now. We feel your presence every step of the way.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 13, 2016:

Ants carrying off a dead gecko in Bali. For more photos, please click here.

We have arrived…Loving life in the bush once again!!!…

Posted by worldwide-admin on June 12, 2026 with 0 Comment

It’s delightful to see some of the same wildlife we’ve come to know over the years we’ve been coming to Marloth Park.

It was a long two travel days, the kind that seem to stretch beyond the limits of time and patience, where hours blur together, and your body forgets what time zone it belongs to. We left Eden Prairie at 1:00 pm on Tuesday, carrying with us not only our bags but that familiar mix of anticipation and fatigue that always seems to come with these big transitions. By the time we arrived in Marloth Park on Thursday at 10:30 am, we had been in motion, waiting, sitting, standing, and navigating for a total of 32.5 hours. That number hardly seems real when I write it, but our bodies certainly felt every bit of it.

There is a seven-hour time difference, and when you add in the seven hours we spent at the hotel in Johannesburg, it becomes clear why everything felt just a little off balance. Still, despite the exhaustion, we are deeply grateful to have arrived safely. That sense of gratitude always settles in quickly, overriding the discomfort of travel and reminding us why we do this again and again.

Yesterday morning brought a small hiccup when our flight from Johannesburg to Nelspruit was delayed due to fog. We have come to expect these little pauses in Africa, where nature still has the final say. The delay, thankfully, was only about 30 minutes, just enough time to shift our expectations without derailing the day. As the fog began to lift, so did that tension that builds when you are so close to your final destination.

Tom did not sleep much at the hotel, which is not surprising given how his mind tends to stay alert in unfamiliar places. I managed to get a solid four hours, which felt like a gift under the circumstances. By the time we arrived in Marloth Park, we were both running on fumes. Tom took a short nap, surrendering to exhaustion, while I did what I often do in these moments: I began unpacking. Something is grounding about putting things in their place, about turning a temporary space into something that feels like home.

This young warthog stopped by shortly after we arrived.

As of 9:00 am today, we are completely unpacked. I still can’t quite believe we got it all done so quickly. Suitcases are empty, clothes are in drawers, and the familiar comfort of our surroundings has returned. Of course, now comes the mountain of laundry that follows every long journey, along with a trip to Komatipoort for the rest of our shopping. It is all part of settling in, part of reestablishing our life here.

Once Tom woke from his nap, we headed out to Daisy’s Den to pick up pellets and birdseed, small but meaningful rituals that mark our return. From there, we stopped at the meat market and the local Spar Market. Walking in and seeing familiar faces was one of the best parts of the day. There is something so heartwarming about being recognized, about receiving hugs and warm greetings that remind us we are not just visitors here. We are part of this community, even if only for part of our travels.

We had briefly considered going out for dinner last night, but that idea quickly faded as the day caught up with us. Instead, we found a cooked chicken at the market, along with rice for Tom and eggs for me, and made our way back to the house. It turned into a simple, comforting meal, the kind that feels just right after such a long journey. It was too cold to eat outside, so we sat at the dining room table, wrapped in that contentment that comes from being exactly where you want to be.

It was fun to see Ms. Bushbuck visit once again, among manymotherbushbucks who stop by.

After dinner and a much-needed shower, we tried to watch a few shows, hoping it would help us stay awake until a reasonable hour. But sleep kept finding us, pulling us under in short bursts as we drifted in and out. Our goal had been to make it to 10:00 pm, but even that felt ambitious. After dozing on and off, we finally turned off the light around midnight.

I slept straight through until 7:00 am, which feels like a small miracle. Tom, on the other hand, has been up since 3:30 am, his internal clock still trying to catch up. He will likely take a nap later, once Vusi is done here, and hopefully tonight will bring him the deep rest he needs to adjust fully.

As for me, I am feeling surprisingly good. The antibiotics seem to have cleared the lingering sinus infection, and although I still have a bit of a cough from the pneumonia, I feel strong and energized. Once again, I have managed to avoid the usual effects of jet lag, which feels like quite a victory.

We laughed when we were served Krispy Kreme donuts of the Airlink flight which was only 35 minutes long.Tom ate his and mine.

Tonight, we plan to go to Jabula for dinner. We have not told Dawn and Leon that we will be there. We always enjoy surprising them, walking in and seeing their faces light up. It is one of those simple joys that never gets old.

Life feels full in this moment. Louise and Danie are as wonderful and thoughtful as ever. We are back in the bush, surrounded by the beauty of this place and the comfort of both our animal and human friends. There is a deep sense of contentment here, one that settles into your bones and reminds you that, despite the long journey, every mile was worth it. We are grateful.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, June 12, 2016:

In Bali, a fisherman on a tiny homemade raft is most likely fishing for squid, which is caught close to the shore. For more photos, please click here.

Thanks to our wonderful landlords!…One day and counting…

Posted by worldwide-admin on April 11, 2026 with 0 Comment

As I sit here now preparing today’s post, this is the view and as been so for the past six weeks.

Today, as we spend our last full day in Penguin, Tasmania, we find ourselves reflecting with deep appreciation and a full heart. This stay has been more than simply a place to rest our heads. It has been an experience shaped by kindness, generosity, and a level of care that is increasingly rare.

We wanted to take a moment to express our special thanks to our landlord and friends, Fran and Terry, for making our six weeks at Sunrise in Penguin truly exceptional. From the moment we arrived, there was a sense that this would be something different, something more personal than a typical holiday rental. That feeling never faded. If anything, it only grew stronger with each passing week.

Their beautiful home, perched with its calming views over Bass Strait, offered us not only comfort but a sense of peace that settled in quickly. We often found ourselves gazing out at the water, watching the changing skies, feeling grateful for the opportunity to live, even briefly, in such a special place. But as lovely as the property itself is, it was Fran and Terry’s thoughtful attention that elevated this stay to something we will not soon forget.

Each week, without fail, they went above and beyond in ways that made daily life feel effortless. Fresh bedding appeared as if by magic. Clean towels were always at the ready. There was fruit, restocked household supplies, and those little extras that made us feel not like temporary guests, but genuinely cared for. Walking into a freshly cleaned space, knowing someone had taken the time to ensure everything was just right, never became something we took for granted.

Terry, in particular, checked in with us several times a week, always in a warm, easygoing manner that made it clear his offers were sincere. It was never intrusive, always thoughtful. What struck us most was how attentive he and Fran were to even the smallest, offhand comments. If we casually mentioned needing or looking for something, we would often find that within a few days, it had somehow made its way to us. That kind of attentiveness is not something you can manufacture. It comes from a genuine desire to make others feel comfortable and cared for.

This level of service reminded us of Louise in Marloth Park, someone who similarly leaves no detail unattended in creating an impeccable experience. It is a rare quality, and when you encounter it, you recognize just how meaningful it is.

As we sit here today, surrounded by the now-familiar comforts of this home, we feel a sense of gratitude that is difficult to fully put into words. Over time, the space has become more than just a rental. It has been a retreat, a place where we could settle into our routines while still embracing the ever-changing nature of our lifestyle.

Penguin itself has added another layer to this experience. The charm of this coastal town, combined with the friendliness of the locals, has made our time here all the more memorable. There is an ease to life here that quietly works its way into your days, encouraging you to slow down and appreciate what is right in front of you.

For anyone considering a stay in Tasmania, we would wholeheartedly recommend Penguin, and in particular, this remarkable property. Booking well in advance is essential, and it is easy to understand why. Places like this, and people like Fran and Terry, are in high demand for a reason.

As much as we are looking forward to what lies ahead, there is no denying a touch of sadness as we prepare to leave. We have grown comfortable here, not just in the physical sense, but in the way this place has made us feel. It has been easy to settle in, easy to feel at home, and never easy to say goodbye.

One thing is certain. We will carry this experience with us, and I have a strong feeling it will not be another ten years before we find ourselves returning once again.

Please click here to see the fine details about Sunrise at Penguin.

On the road trip tomorrow, flying to Brisbane the next day, and boarding the ship the following day, we may not have time to upload new posts until we’re on the ship on the 14th. But, please check back and see if we may surprise you.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, April 11, 2016:

Ah, bull in the road. We stayed in the car while I took the photo through the windshield (referred to as a “windscreen” here in NZ). For more photos, please click here.

Two days and counting…The packing is underway…New travel advisory for adventurers…

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A landscape view of Mount Everest and surrounding peaks — View of Mount Everest, Lhotse, Nuptse, and the rest of the Himalayan Range in Sagarmatha National Park, Khumbu Valley, Nepal. Credit: kertu_ee/Getty Images

“The U.S. Just Updated Its Travel Advisory for This Outdoor Adventure Destination After Civil Unrest—What Travelers Should Know

The gateway to Mount Everest is now under an updated travel advisory. By Michael Cappetta, published on April 8, 2026

The U.S. Department of State recently downgraded its travel advisory for the gateway to Mount Everest.

The State Department reclassified Nepal under its second-lowest Level 2 travel warning on March 31, recommending that Americans going there “exercise increased caution.” The warning was issued due to potential civil unrest in the country, but the State Department added: “Nationwide demonstrations that began in September 2025 have stopped, and the security situation is stable.”

The department added, however, “demonstrations and local unrest can still happen, particularly in cities,” and “may quickly turn violent. Stay away from large crowds and follow the instructions of local authorities.”

In addition, the State Department warned American travelers that medical services may be limited in Nepal and recommended travelers pack any medications they may need and purchase travel insurance with medical evacuation coverage.

“Hospitals in Kathmandu are usually better than in other areas, but they can be crowded, may lack some equipment or medicines, and often ask that you pay before treatment,” the advisory stated. “Medical treatment of foreigners is not paid for by the Government of Nepal.”

Beyond safety concerns, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) encouraged travelers to get vaccinated against several diseases, including cholera, noting that “active cholera transmission is widespread in Nepal.” However, the agency did note that cases were rare among travelers.

Nepal has become a major destination for outdoor and hiking enthusiasts, especially for travelers looking to master Mount Everest, the highest point on Earth, with a height of more than 29,000 feet, according to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA).

Nepal is also home to a growing luxury hotel scene, such as the Shinta Mani Mustang, a 29-suite lodge with sweeping mountain views, complemented by locally sourced stone, slate, and wood, and boasting opportunities for trekking or relaxation through a personalized spa and wellness program.

Travelers choosing to summit Mount Everest should be aware of new rules put in place this year that require climbers to have prior experience and certain health certifications, according to the Asia edition of Travel + Leisure. The new rules also require a $4,000 fee that goes to the Environment Protection and Mountaineers’ Welfare Fund.

Whether traveling to Nepal or any other foreign country, the State Department encourages all international travelers to enroll in its free Smart Traveler Enrollment Program (STEP). The service provides current advisory and alert information, and can provide life-saving information in the event of an emergency.”

Photo from ten years ago today, April 10, 2016:

On Friday morning, Trish and Neil gathered the alpacas in the smaller mating paddock. Some needed injections to keep them healthy, and Neil, a physician, can easily handle this process without calling the vet. For more photos, please click here.

Itinerary for our upcoming transpacific cruise…Sailing on April 14…Leaving Penguin in three days…

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In three days, we will begin the familiar ritual of packing up our temporary life and moving on, this time for the four-hour drive to Hobart. There is always something positive about these transitions. No matter how many times we do this, there is a moment when I look around and realize that this place, which only recently felt familiar after a ten-year hiatus, has become so comfortable.

Our plan is simple, and that is exactly how we like it. We will drive to Hobart and spend one night at the Mantra Hotel Airport, a practical choice that removes any unnecessary stress from travel day. Once we arrive and are settled into our room with our luggage, Tom will head back out to return the rental car at the airport. I always feel a sense of relief when that task is completed. It marks the official shift from land travel to air travel, from driving ourselves to being carried along by schedules and departure gates.

While he is gone, I will set up our chargers and electrical needs. There is something comforting about a hotel room before the next leg of a journey begins. It is a pause, a small pocket of stillness before movement resumes. When Tom returns, and we unwind a little, we will head down to the dining room for dinner. Nothing elaborate, nothing rushed, just a simple meal that allows us to unwind from the drive and ease into the next phase.

We have learned over time not to unpack for a single night. Instead, we keep everything organized in our carry-on bags with just the essentials within reach. Fresh underwear, a few toiletries, and whatever we might need for the next morning are all easily accessible. It may seem like a small detail, but it makes the morning feel smoother, almost effortless. These little habits, developed over years of travel, create a sense of calm that we have come to depend on.

The following morning, the hotel shuttle will take us and our luggage to the airport. There is something reassuring about not having to think too much on departure day. No navigating unfamiliar roads, no worrying about parking, just stepping onto a shuttle and allowing someone else to handle the logistics.

Our flight to Brisbane departs at 1:10 in the afternoon, which gives us a relaxed start to the day. We will not bother with breakfast at the hotel. Once we arrive in Brisbane, we will take an Uber to the Brisbane Pullman, conveniently located near the airport. I always enjoy that first glimpse of a hotel that is clearly hosting fellow cruisers. There is a shared sense of anticipation in the air, an unspoken understanding among strangers that we are all about to embark on something special.

That evening, we will dine at the Apron Restaurant, which we read is quite popular. for which we made a reservation. I imagine the dining room will be filled with travelers like us, some excited, some tired, all standing on the edge of their next adventure.

Our boarding time on April 14 is scheduled for 11:30 am, with sailing at 4:30 pm, allowing for a leisurely, low-stress start. We will take another Uber to the port, keeping things simple. There is no need to complicate what can be easy.

We will skip breakfast once again and wait until we are on board for a small bite, followed by dinner in the main dining room around 7:00 or 7:30 pm. It’s a routine that feels familiar now, almost comforting in its predictability.

As always, it is not just about getting from one place to another. It is about the quiet moments in between, the small decisions that make travel feel manageable, and the shared understanding that this life we have chosen continues to unfold one simple step at a time.

“The Royal Caribbean Voyager of the Seas departs on April 14, 2026, for a 25-night Transpacific cruise from Brisbane, Australia, to Seattle, Washington. Highlights include stops in Papeete (Tahiti), Moorea, Hawaii (Honolulu & Kailua Kona), and Victoria, B.C., featuring multiple days at sea for a transpacific crossing.

Royal Caribbean

Itinerary Details (April 14 – May 8, 2026):

April 14: Brisbane, Australia (Depart 4:30 pm)
April 15-20: At Sea
April 21: Papeete, Tahiti (7:00 am – 11:59 pm)
April 22: Moorea, French Polynesia (7:00 am – 8:00 pm)
April 23-27: At Sea
April 28-29: Honolulu (Oahu), Hawaii (Our dear friends Kathy and Don, who live in Oahu, will pick us up at the port, and we’ll have lunch and spend the afternoon with them).
April 30: Na Pali Coast, Kauai, Hawaii (Cruising)
May 1: Kailua Kona, Hawaii
May 2-6: At Sea
May 7: Victoria, British Columbia
May 8: Seattle, Washington (Arrive 6:00 am)”

Hopefully, with all of our precautions in place, we will sail through this journey feeling healthy and strong. After the last experience, we are far more mindful, paying attention to the small habits that can make a big difference. Still, there is comfort in knowing that if illness finds its way to us again, we are prepared. With prescription medications and a well-stocked supply of over-the-counter remedies, we feel ready for whatever may come. It is not about expecting the worst, but rather about creating a sense of reassurance as we step forward into yet another adventure.

Tonight, we are heading out for one last dinner in Penguin at Neptune Grand Bistro, a fitting way to close out our time here. There is something bittersweet about a final meal in a place that has felt like home, even for a short while. From this point on, we will rely on what we already have on hand, with enough food tucked away to carry us through until Sunday, when we depart. It feels good to keep things simple now, easing into the transition while savoring these last familiar moments before the journey continues.

Be well.

Photo from ten years ago today, April 9, 2016:

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“The U.S. Just Updated Its Travel Advisory for This Outdoor Adventure Destination After Civil Unrest—What Travelers Should Know