Taking it easy: Bali or bust?

Warm sun, icy cocktails, hot Petitenget restaurant, fabulous fashion stores that I've cruised, but not shopped. 

Head down, I'm writing Bali. The island of the Gods is so close, just 5.5 hours from Melbourne, and I soooooooooo want to go back. But then I think: there are so many other places to be going at this moment. Should you just go with what you know and love, or head somewhere different?  

Egypt is, of course, massively on sale, but with many waiting to see how the new Muslim Brotherhood president beds in, it's a waiting game. Vietnam is on fire and Cambodia is going crazy while the South Pacific's Cook Islands are getting a run at the moment. The inbox is full of Asian deals, and the US, particularly Hawai'i, is going crazy, with more and more Aussies flocking to its gentle shores. 

If you could snap your fingers now, where would you be? Shaking it at Burning Man? Standing in the middle of the Atacama Desert? Chasing wildflowers in the French Alps or chewing bagels in summery New York City. (Notice the 'warm' theme creeping through here?)

PS: If you boggled at the idea of 5.5 hours being 'close', then you're obviously not Australian. Or maybe Russian. Russians understand what it is to be far away.