Harry has developed ringworm.

How gross is that. Ringworm. I pictured a small family of circular worms living just under his skin. My daily cuddles with him have changed to cheery pats on his little head.

Despite me knowing better, I again hit up Dr Google and I know it is strange to understand, but there was a delightful discovery I made about ringworm. It is not really a worm at all. It is a fungal infection. I know! So much better......

So I asked Made to take me to the chemist. He shook his head. Pharmacy? Ahhh yes. We drove a while before we pulled up to what appeared to be a garage complete with roller door. Inside was a little old man standing behind a glass counter. It was like a scene from the 1930's. It had an apothecary table and glass beakers. It did not sell lipsticks, nappies, scented candles, shampoo, body lotion, condoms or greeting cards. It sold ointments and pills.

I announce to the pharmacist "My son has ringworm!" and he nodded and smiled. I smiled back. Made smiled at me and then the pharmacist. I looked to the heavens thinking "How am I going to explain this?"

So I said it slower - because I figured talking English to two people that did not speak English, they might understand better if I spoke slowly????

Then I had an idea.

I took my wedding ring off and showed the pharmacist. I put it on the counter. Then I did a series of squirming like dance maneuvers with my hands in the air. Their smiles turned into laughter. No sale.

Then I grabbed a pen from the counter and started drawings small circles on my arms.

"Canesten!" He cried and gave me a tube of it. I gave him $1.40. We both grinned at each other and Made and I took our leave.

Never get the giggles going to Terry White. And the Canesten is already kicking some fungal ass.

I swear Eat, Pray, Love is solely responsible for the large influx of solo women travellers around Bali. They are dotted in cafes, riding bikes down village lanes with baskets on the front and doing quiet reflections on the beach. You see them everywhere and I feel like running up to them and saying, "Are you doing this because of Elizabeth Gilbert?"

Through the social network, I discovered a long time friend was on the EPL wagon, doing 3 weeks of solo travel in Bali. She had had her time in Ubud, reflected upon her existence overlooking the beaches at Ulluwatu, and eaten her way though the myriad of restaurants in Seminyak. And she has done this by herself, reading 6 books along the way and existing on exactly 2 conversations the entire time. And one was with her mother on the phone. About the state of her hair.

Kim Jeffery was ready to talk.

So she was issued with an invitation to WoogsWorld, the Balinese Edition. I did warn her though, there might be a bit of an extreme variation to what she was used to. I mean Mrs Ryan and myself have been known to cause migraines in people within earshot of us after just a short period of time. Throw in 5 kids and a few male folk and the chances are you may just perforate your eardrums. But she was up for the challenge.

And what a guest she has turned out to be. Not only does she talk as much as Mrs Ryan, but she was the guest on honour and judge at the post dinner dance off last night, where she awarded titles for Best Moonwalk, Best Spin, Best Interpretive Dance and Best Overall Performance.

She was a fair judge and could not be bribed. And we invited Putu and Made to be a member of the studio audience. It was a fitting end to a glorious day. When you are dancing to Michael Jackson's "Don't Stop till you get Enough" well into the night, you know all is right in the world.

Till then

Mrs Woog

xo