Letters to a Friend: One Year On

One year ago, Katharine and I took time out from real life: Kath spent three months in Wanaka with her family, and I travelled to Hong Kong, France and Spain over two months, with mine. We exchanged letters, posted here under ‘Letters to a Friend’. We promised each other we’d retain the sense of peace and clear direction we’d garnered from our time away.

A year on we rekindle our letters to examine what remains from last year’s discoveries. Katharine is in Bali for a two-week holiday and I’m…I’m at home, sweet home. 

Kath and Hanz in Bali. Image copyright Katharine Broughton 2015.

Kath and Hanz in Bali. Image copyright Katharine Broughton 2015.

9.07.14: Bali (Katharine to Caroline)

Dear friend,

I wrote the first part of this letter to you over a week ago, sitting at my desk thinking how can I possibly go on holiday. There felt like too much to leave behind. But in reality there is never a good time, and it’s just a holiday—two weeks. Life as I know it will go on. It’s almost a year to the day since we left Auckland for our three-month adventure to Wanaka and so much has passed since then. I wish I could tell you I’ve achieved the mindfulness I had so promised myself. Who am I kidding—the big smoke of Auckland sucked me back in: traffic, business, people. Like Alice in Wonderland I was back down the rabbit hole.

So here I am now in Bali wondering if I’m any the wiser. Dear friend, after a week I’ve slowly peeled away the stresses of our Auckland life. We’re a family again. I’m a wife and a mother engaged in conversations, laughing, playing, giving each other time. My mind is here; for a week now work checks in behind rather than in front of my family.

We’re staying in a villa just north of Seminyak. It’s very private and, aside from a wretched rooster who too-frequently graces us with his presence, it’s perfect. Coco lives in the pool, next to which I lounge, with a book, in a strategically-placed deck chair. I finished Stoner, what a brilliant piece of writing. So sad, yet he knew what his life was.

Our days follow the same pattern: between waking and sleeping we visit beaches, have a massage, drink a cocktail or two, and generally hang out. Having been to Bali five times, everything is familiar. It is a lot cleaner than in past visits and there has been some money spent on the infra-structure of some areas, especially Seminyak where footpaths have been repaired and rubbish cleaned up. However, beyond this area it’s still incredibly run down—rubbish litters the streets and you soon realise that a lot of Balinese families live in poverty.

A new find this trip has been Cangu beach. It’s popular with surfers and the waves closer to shore are great for Coco. She’s happy body surfing and if we’re lucky she finds a friend to play with. I’ve tried my hand, once again, at surfing; the waves at Cangu are ideal for beginners. I read somewhere, I think it was Adriana Huffington’s Thrive, that we need to let go of things we think we should do, but can’t or don’t have the time to. Surfing is one of those things. Each time I give it a go (and there have been many) I wonder why I keep trying. I stand up one out of five times. I catch a wave, I fall, I paddle back out, my arms hurt. This time, sitting on my board bouncing over the white caps I tried to find a surfer’s tranquility. It didn’t come. I tried again, I fell. Finally I gave up. I’m just not that good. Despite the desire to be a surfer this is something I need to let go of.

She's somewhere out there amongst the surf...! Image copyright Katharine Broughton 2015.

She’s somewhere out there amongst the surf…! Image copyright Katharine Broughton 2015.

The following day we took a day trip south to Pedang Pedang—a beautiful golden sand beach hidden at the bottom of a steep crevice tunnel. The water was crystal blue, the only shame being the layer of scum that sat above the waterline at high tide. It’s shameful how humans have destroyed such beauty with their waste. I hired a paddle-board and found my groove. The views of the Indian Ocean from the Ulawatu temple were extraordinarily breathtaking. It’s hard to draw ourselves away. We finished the day with a cocktail at the Bulgari. It’s probably the only Bulgari we’ll get to visit in our shorts and jandals, for that matter ever, and for a moment we feel just like the rich and famous.

So that ends our first week. How’s your family holiday? More adventures to come.

Love you friend.


4 thoughts on “Letters to a Friend: One Year On

  1. Hi hon Hope you’ve had a great week with the family. We’ve had an absolutely wonderful time… Will be hard to leave. On that note we’re waiting for details on our flight as a volcano is currently erupting in Jakarta and bali airport is closed. Ironically this happened to us five years ago leaving bali a volcano erupting in South America caused havoc to our journey home! This one is a bit closer.

    Will keep you posted girlfriend as know the girls spending Monday together they’ve said we should be able to leave Sunday so home Sunday…cross fingers! Love you P.S Katharine with a Xx

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    • What a dramatic finale! But seriously, take care and be safe, friend. Monday is fine re C and G spending the day together, we will see what happens. Keep me posted. Love you. Be careful. Caroline xx


  2. Hi you two! My heart skipped a li’l beat when I saw the resurrection of your letters. Can you please keep them going in between the madness of all that you both do; even if it means booking more holidays? When I read your exchanges I hear a Lazy Sunday compilation playing in the room, and your shared sisterhood, and above all, I hear contentment in your words. Kath, thank you for the reminder in your wisdom of letting go of what we don’t have time to do. My Coco and I (with Lucy + J) are Canggu-bound next month and we’d welcome all local tips when you are home. CB, thank you for this morning’s walk+talk: you’re the most beautiful RESET button a girl could ask for. Much love, LJx


    • Lovely Lisa! What a delicious comment. I’ll be your reset button any day of the week, if you’ll be mine. Your comment reminds me to be extra-grateful for shared sisterhood (to quote you!). I treasure the times I spend with my girls. Wahaaay! Love you x


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