When I was about 14, my family emigrated from England to Australia, and we decided to stop in Bali on the way through.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Bali is one of my favorite places in the world. In one of my past lives, I believe I was living on the island of Bali.
I have a bit of a traveling addiction, and, ah, yeah. I went to, ah, Bali this summer.
I went to Australia from England when I was right at that age when you learn to read. It's a very confronting thing, traveling halfway around the world and having a mother who was deeply unhappy at ending up in Australia, so you look for some way to find comfort, I guess, and I found it in books.
I moved to Hawaii when I was fourteen. And I was there for a year and then I was just sort of on and off after that, just because I had friends and family there.
We travel a lot from Australia and deliberately route ourselves through the U.A.E. because my whole family loves the place.
Being a young Kiwi lad, a young Polynesian boy, I was pretty close to my family. But when I moved to Sydney, I went from training twice a week, playing touch footy with my mates, to working full-time as a labourer and training professionally.
My father went to boarding school in Sydney when he was 14.
My parents got divorced when I was around a year old. My dad was essentially a nonentity in my life until I got to be about 16 or so. My mom was a flight attendant for PanAm, so I moved all over the world. London, Rio de Janeiro.
I lived in New York City, and when I was about 24 in the 1980s, I decided to get out of here. I wanted to go live in Australia for a year or something, and it ended up being 18 years.
As a teenager, I went to Bali a lot, but it's a long, long way from England. Which is why, when we bought Necker Island, we made it like a mini Bali.