I knew this trip would have its ups and downs and wouldn’t all be sat round a fire playing a ukulele singing cumbya. Thank god – although that being said I do now own a pair of elephant hareem pants – but I must note that it was purely for the purpose of visiting a temple and needing to cover up, and the only available option being elephant hareem pants (and they might also be a bit comfy).
Nevertheless, it’s been another crazy couple of weeks, probably my best and worst yet, but despite the minor hiccups, it does break my heart a little that I’m leaving Bali today.
It all started with good intentions, arriving late into Bali, popping to the shop to get a hot dog, a bottle of water and an early night, but on my way home to bed I sat to eat my hot dog with a group of guys drinking in the hostel, I’m not sure if that’s the best or worst decision I’ve ever made; but either way, it resulted in over a week of binge drinking and debauchery, then feeling the need to go to a temple to cleanse my sins, followed by cramming every beach and tourist attraction I could into four days. I’ll miss them, but my liver certainly won’t. Also – we didn’t end up renting the pirate ship, but we did get a villa, details of which I feel are maybe not appropriate to share on my public blog, but it did involve 2 bottles of rum, a bottle of whisky, a bottle of vodka, two crates and 7 people.
And now I’m sat in the airport, eating pizza, very hungover, laughing to myself about the times I’ve had over the past couple of weeks. The great memories easy outweigh the bad and even the bad I can look back and laugh at now. For example, I got bit by a monkey and when I asked a staff member if I was going to die, he simply responded ‘Well, we all die eventually’. A bit more of a serious one, that I won’t dwell on as this is a light hearted blog, I was mugged and spent three days not able to get money out, it pissed me off to be honest because I don’t think it’s hard to be nice and helpful and not a massive dickhead who mugs young girls. Actually there was two of them, so two massive dickheads. That being said, I was also shocked at how kind people you’ve known for a few days could be, it is sometimes difficult not having any friends or family around and spending 24/7 with strangers, especially when something goes wrong. Someone sat up with me all night, then when I got back to my hostel I was met with a massive hug and a cold beer by people I’d met the day before, people leant me money, drove me around, got me food, checked in on me everyday, got me blind drunk to forget about it, lent me money until I’d sorted my cards out and by the next day I was back to myself, laughing my head off, having a cold Bintang.
I then moved across to the Nusa Islands with a friend I met in the first hostel, which was insane and had some of the best views I’ve ever seen in my life (this picture was there), but the only way to get around was moped and I solemnly swear after we drove around there for a few days, I will never complain about pot holes in England again. We both ended up with a bruised arse and I think in total we broke down 5 times and they don’t exactly have the AA on these islands, you just have to hope someone stops, quite comical when you’re in the arse end of nowhere with no phone.
Anyway, despite the fact I’ve been eaten alive my mosquitos, I have ANOTHER cold (how?) and I’m exhausted, I wouldn’t change my time here for anything and although I’m excited for the next part of my adventure, I’m also sad to be leaving the place and people I’ve met along the way.
Bali – it’s been a blast.
Trev
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