Because I am in meditation boot camp and I am not supposed to be doing this, (some of the kids threatened to check fruity to see if I can resist. Clearly, I can not. Bad spiritual student, BAD) or checking my phone, or email or listening to my iPod or doing anything that takes away from the poignancy of what is up to nine hours a day of “rounding” (a potent cocktail of yoga, breathing and meditation that goes for an hour done in succession of up to five in a row. Oh yeah, this stuff be full, ON. No bintang and you-like-massage-madam, here fruits), I have to make this stealth and super quick.

I am using the villa computer to do it, and sweet Mattay’s (the villa’s minder) seems to be rather perplexed at the time I am electing to do this, but I will be quick, and I will give her literally millions (of rupiah) for the luxury, so really, she needn’t STAND SO CLOSE.

Some photos.

This is myself and Paola, a ridiculously beautiful Columbian model from New York who speaks like Scarface,(say hello to my leetle fren)  is funnier than Seinfeld and has made every one of us all in love with her.

This is one of the many, many monkeys who like to watch us meditate in the mornings. As you can see, he is thirsty, so he is drinking from our saltwater pool. Honestly. And people say monkeys are clever.

And this is Some Of Us on our post-lunch stroll to help our AMAZING ayurvedic lunch digest before we hit the yoga mat again. See the blue sky, see the lack of rain; foresee the climate shock I will get hitting the tarmac at Kingsford-Smith to sideways rain and seven degree temperatures come Sunday.

Ahhhh, sweet little Mattay. She’s saying things in Indonesian and smiling and pointing to the door and giggling and making sleeping-pillow symbols. It’s quite entertaining, but probably not very zen to pretend not to know what she means just to prolong the show.

Yours in Om,

Fruitarishi.