Jackie Clarke. Photo / Supplied
I do a lot of travelling in my life as a singer of songs, teller of tales, donner of sparkly frocks. In and out of hotels in glamorous resort locations, sprinkling fairy dust on people's celebrations.
But it's not a holiday.
My eternal refrain after one of these trips is,
I must come back here for a holiday. To quote great philosopher 20th-century philosopher Charlene, "I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me."
Travelling for work is like that. A real holiday is getting away from it all and rediscovering yourself. It's pressing the reset button. There's nothing like a good dose of the strange and exotic to remind you of who you are once you strip away the layers you're usually wrapped in; Grey Lynn mother-of-two, performer, minor recidivist celebrity.
In this photo I am riding a bike in a village in Vietnam, I can remember how gorgeous the air felt on my skin; like warm, soft, thick, sultry, billowing silk. And I remember the feeling of rhythm and peace and joy filling my heart to the brim. My family thought it was the eighth wonder of the world seeing me on a bike. I have a bike in Auckland. I never ride it. I'm too scared of Auckland drivers. In a small village in Vietnam, riding a bike is paradise.