There's still time!
You have until the end of April to send your version of what you think a perfect dream holiday in Bali would be like and you might just win 2 tickets on Singapore Airlines, 7 nights at the Fours Seasons Private Estates Bali at Jimbaran Bay, tours and transfers from Bali Discovery Tours, rafting and cycling excursions from Sobek, luxurious spa treatments from Mandara Spa, a helicopter tour from Air Bali, and Cooking Lessons from Bumbu Bali/Rumah Bali.
Entry's are welcome in any format, both from veteran travelers to Bali or those who only harbor a wish to visit.
Mrs. Susan Scarcella of Victoria, Australia, firstname.lastname@example.org
, is this week's featured entry in the Bali Dream Holiday Contest.
A Bali Dream Holiday
In 1997, I returned to Bali without one child. In 1996, my younger daughter, Tina, was with me, but she would not come this time. Let me backtrack. Years before, we became good friends with a Balinese couple studying in Australia. They had always asked us to visit them if we came to Bali.
A little girl, Ficky, was left with us as we prepared to travel westward from Singaraja, back to Kuta. Her parents were splitting up. Her father had rejected her, and her grandmother had been caring for her, but could look after her no longer.
Without a common language, Ficky and my daughter bonded. We took a beautiful photo of them on the sea wall at Pulaki. Then we went to the orphanage at Blimbingsari.
I have never forgotten Ficky's words to me as we were leaving, "Is Tina staying too?" I had said "no, she was coming with us." Pure devastation.
All I could do was promise to come back in a year.
So almost a year to the day, we headed towards Blimbingsari again.
Ficky had been sick all day, but, when she heard we had arrived, she run down the laneway into my arms. I have never cried so much.
Ficky is gone into memory now. Her mum claimed her back. That was a good thing. But I have never forgotten my few hours with her, the hugs, the whispered words of affection, and my elder daughter reading to her in English. Ficky hadn't understood a word, but she understood the love.
Ficky will always be my third daughter. Through her I have gained many other children in the orphanages.
She is there in their faces, the photos, the letters. She made my holiday a dream holiday, a dream that will never fade.
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