After the volcano hike, I had a nap in the afternoon but the boys didn't.
Every 2 weeks at Kima Surf Camp they hold a free bbq,
wahoo! It was delicious. We followed on by plating drinking games. After
a huge hike with virtually no sleep, the Bin Tangs were hitting me
hard.
Just sometimes, I would love to be the
prettiest girl in the room and have the pick of anyone that I want. But I
know that this comes with its own complications, and it is better that I
focus on being a kind and good person.
We headed out to Old Mans bar. A few of the boys shared
drunken deep and meaningful confessions with me and we hit the dance
floor. I ended up making out with one of the surf guides, he is 21 and
is Balinese. It tasted like coconut, adventure and regret all on one.
He wanted me to go home with him, but I didn't think that was a good
idea, even with my alcohol affected inhibitions!
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| Old Man's bar, by the beach. |
My friend Martina and shared a look with each other and
said 'lets go' and we left without saying goodbye to anyone. We both
admitted that we were both too drunk and that the bar was too packed.
I missed my 'Grit and Grind' class the next day, as it is
punishing at the best of times. We headed to Yin Yoga, which felt good. I needed some Yin, too much Yen at the bar.
Last night me and Sam and Martina went to dinner and had
drinks again. We were at a romantic pizza place above the rice pattys.
We shared our most intimate stories; about difficult breakups, relationships and adjusting to life when someone close to us has passed away. I love it here in Bali, because so
many people have come here for some sort of healing.
We headed to 'Pretty Poison' a bar with a skate bowl that
plays heavy metal music. I thought it was sexy old men skating. But it
turns out that it is fashionable for people to dye their hair grey now!
One of the Balinese skaters hurt his ankle. I was a bit
annoyed to see that no one went to help him while just sipping alcoholic
beverages, so in broken communication I taught and implemented about
Rest, Ice, Compression and Elevation to the skater and his brother. 'No
more skating tonight' I said.
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| Pretty Poison. |
Today I went to yoga with Sam and we had delicious
vegetarian food at 'Shady Shack'. I had another massage at 'Amy massage'
and now I am here, on the sun lounge writing my blog.
Me and the girls head to Ubud tomorrow for the night where
we will do a cooking class. Kara, a Scottish dancer is kindly sharing
her bed with me. She is very generous and positive. I actually saw Kara on a dance
documentary a year or so ago which is very cool!
I'm starting to think about my return home now, as its is soon approaching.
On one hand, I'll be keen to have my bed and let my
mosquito bites heal and be among loved ones. But I feel nervous too. I
have been able to adventure and challenge myself on this trip, and be
spontaneous alongside some really beautiful people.
I don't want to have to tell every person about why I have a
dressing on my head. I feel nervous about going back to work too.
Things got pretty difficult before I left, and I just don't know if I am
ready to face that yet. I'm scared that everything that Bali has
brought me will get forgotten once I get back to day to day life. So
that will be my aim, to take and what I have learned and experienced
here with me in to daily life.
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