Jingle Bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way! Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh, HEY!
With less than a month to go until Christmas it’s started to sink in that I’m not going to be in Yorkshire or with my family for the festive period for the first time in 23 years. Christmas trees have started sprouting up in Sydney, Christmas songs are on the radio and the shops are chocka with Christmas foods and gifts and it doesn’t feel real.
Normally I’ve already planned and bought most of my Christmas gifts, I’ve eaten my way through at least 7 chocolate oranges because they were on offer at Morrisons and I’ve already watched Elf and Home Alone at least once.
I haven’t done any of these things this year – I haven’t even got an advent calendar yet (partly cos my Mum usually gets me one and partly cos the chocolate in Australia SUCKS).
Even though our visas expire on the 28th we’ve decided to spend Christmas in Bali due to extortionate flight prices between Christmas and New Year. It will probably be a million degrees despite it being the wet season but maybe the rain will remind us of home?
Instead of moping around, we have big plans to spend Christmas Eve getting drunk and watching Christmas movies (If I can bear to watch them) before possibly going the Waterbom water park on Christmas day to take our minds off the whole being thousands of miles away from home thing.
So I ask you fellow travellers this: How do you deal with spending Christmas away from home, away from your family, in a climate totally different to what you are used too??