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| Gili T is known for it's sea turtles. |
We went out in search of places to eat and things to do and
soon discovered that unless you are a diver there really isn’t much to do other
than party. There were lots of parties listed so we quickly decided on one to
go to for the night and had a light dinner of sushi and “salad” which was
actually curry. As it was 8:30 at this point Scott and Robert decided to take a
nap before heading out at 11. I knew if I went to sleep I would not be getting
up, so my plan was to sit online and hope that I would have enough energy to
stay awake until they were ready to go out. Lucky for me the cool thing about
hostels is that you meet lots of new people, and since I was staying in a dorm
room with 5 people I didn’t know I was able to meet 3 right away. Caroline and
Becky were here, traveling just after graduation from high school in Germany.
They had already been to Burma (which they claimed was boring, a sure sign I
shouldn’t have been hanging with them) Thailand, and were planning to head to
Australia, Chile, and Argentina next. They had met Reese(from Whales), in
Thailand, and he was on this way to Australia to find a job. They were heading
out to the same party, with several stops to be made on the way and asked if I
wanted to join. I gladly excepted, figuring that I’d be able to find
stimulating enough conversation with people I met along the way and a few beers
as well. Another girl from France, who was also staying in our room, decided to
join us at the last minute.
We headed to Gili T Backpackers hostel (one of them) and had
2 large beers there, and then moved on with our small group to the beer gardens.
This place had the best live music I have ever heard in Indonesia. They band
was rocking, the singer actually had a good voice and they brought a kick ass
trumpet player on the stage for a few songs. Once the band took a break we went
to the Irish bar for 50% off cocktails for girls and I chugged a long island,
before we finally made it to the black moon party. It was alright. We danced. I
had a gin and tonic. I met a few people. We sat on the beach. We went home.
Now at this point I was not hammered by any standard. I was
drunk, but perfectly capable of finding the way home, texting coherently, and
even managed to take a shower and brush my teeth before climbing into my top
bunk. I woke up, at some point, and had to pee. So I hopped down from the bunk,
and at some point while I was on the toilet the world started to spin and I got
hot. Very, very hot. I managed to make it back to my room, but could not get up
to my bed. I sat on the cement floor trying to cool off. The room just kept
spinning and I was dripping, no, let me rephrase, pouring in sweat. I wanted my
water, but that was, of course, on my top bunk bed, and there was no way for me
to get at it. I honestly thought I was going to die, alone, on the hostel
floor. Surely this was dengue fever, and I was not going to make it to any kind
of medical assistance, let alone comfort before my death. Eventually I decided
I had to get my water, so I climbed up to the bed, still dripping and lay flat,
sprawled under the fan, and sipped the water the best I could. I tried
desperately to sip on water, but this just made me feel like I was going to
hurl, as everything was still spinning around and around me. I kept thinking
that if I closed my eyes and fell asleep I wouldn’t wake up.
Eventually I did manage to sleepish, and woke up in the
morning still feeling feverish, but better. I hopped out of bed to fill my
water bottle and then managed to check the packer score. Only to find out we
were trailing and there were only a few minutes left. Then, at that moment I
got a text from Becky saying we had won! Woohooo! Playoff s for us! I spent the
morning laying around trying to sleep. When I actually got up at noon I felt
loads better, and managed to shower and was then starving. I messaged the boys
to find out where they were and met them for a small lunch of salad, and
salami/veggie wrap.
We spent the rest of the day walking around, playing cards
at the hostel, and eventually heading out to watch the sunset, which sucked
because it was too overcast. We were also able to switch to an air conditioned
hostel room, where we could all be together! Then we went to a fancy Italian
restaurant for dinner, and it was delicious. Thin crusted pizza, and homemade
pasta. We made plans to go back for dessert the following day since we were all
too full that night.
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| awful sunset picture.... |
After arriving back at the hostel I introduced myself to one
of the men in our hostel (I was with 5 boys) and promptly passed out in my bed.
The next morning we woke up and spent some time enjoying
breakfast, followed by deciding to walk the entire perimeter of the island.
This was very relaxing and we were lucky that it was a cloudy day, early
morning, and therefore slightly cooler. I ate a light lunch of pumpkin soup as
we had signed up for a BBQ at our hostel, including food, that was supposed to
start at 3. Scott and Robert took naps while I skyped and about an hour later
Robert informed me that the BBQ was starting, which it wasn’t. Mostly we spent
until about 7:30 just waiting around for food, playing cards and getting
acquainted with our roommates. The food was really delicious when it was
finally done, but unfortunately it was too late to count as helpful to my
already upset tummy, and left me feeling overly full.
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| Thong Trees.....or Flip Flop trees. Trying.... |
I wasn’t able to drink anything for the majority of the
night. We bought tickets to the biggest island on the party, which had some
famous DJ from Europe. I don’t know much about that kind of music except that I
typically don’t enjoy it unless I’m drunk. After a few drinks out we ended up
back at the hostel to play derts (no it isn’t pronounced darts) and then went
to the party. I squishing in through the gates, and then got to dance for
awhile. We watched the midnight fireworks from the beach and got to see a boat
catch fire and the waiters devise a plan to put the fire out. It was quite
exciting. I continued to dance, and have beer poured on me, and get winked at
my random dudes, and get smooshed in the crowd, all while it was raining and I
had intense stomach cramps. At about 1:45 I gave up and just said screw it and
went to bed. Ya’ll know how much I
hate crowds, and this one felt like the worst summerfest crowd I had ever been
in.
The next day I woke up at around 7, and having nothing to do
decided to venture out to do a little bit of shopping, followed by getting a
manicure/pedicure, which was promptly ruined by my search for my cell phone in
my bag. I ate a delicious burger and fries with the boys and we spent our day
lounging at the hostel playing cards and reading, and eventually headed out for
a late night Indian dinner. Early to bed for the night as we had to get up
decently early to pack and catch our noon boat.
Unfortunately there had been a serious misunderstanding when
I asked the man we purchased our tickets from if we needed to call to confirm
the time and date and he responded with no. When we arrived at the dock they
informed us that both the noon and 3 o’clock boat were full, but that we would
be able to make it on the 5 o’clock. We were quite angry as this meant our
evening plans in Bali were shot, so we opted to day drink at the Irish bar and
played copious amounts of golf while doing so.
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| First tournament of golf, and 2nd double whiskey. |
At 4 we headed to wait for the boat and enjoyed a beer and
ice cream along the shore. The boat ride was incredibly fast and I spent it
listening to my iPod in complete leisure at the way the music and my life were
making me feel. When we arrived at the harbor in Bali I had to pee so badly
that I squat in a corner while a man took pictures of my on his blackberry. Oh
well! One thing about me is that I can pee anywhere I don’t care what people
think. I spent my time on the bus in a similar fashion to the boat, but when we
were dropped off on the street our hostel was on(apparently) life went
downhill. We had to walk in the rain down the street for quite a while, and
though we continued to ask where “Gong Corner Guesthouse” was it can be assumed
everyone just pointed in whatever direction they chose. Eventually we found out
we were on the wrong road and would have to double back. Upon finally arriving
I was still in a good mood, and ready to go out. That is, until I was informed
that there were two guesthouses with the same name and we were at the wrong
one. So we kept walking and eventually found the correct one, where they tried
to give us the wrong room type. Anger was surmounting, and as Robert had a
headache Scott and I walked to the main road to find some food since we hadn’t
really eaten since 10am other than our ice cream.
Salad and some pizza and life was better, until we arrived
back at the guesthouse to shower and the tap broke. The water was pouring into
the room from the bathroom and so at 11pm we had to deal with this instead of
sleeping.
We spent our final day of the journey bumming around Kuta,
Bali, while eating and drinking in an expensive restaurant while playing more
cards. Once at the airport our flight was delayed several hours, and there was
nothing to do.
There really is nothing like 2 awful days of traveling to
make you realize how ready you are to be among the comforts of home.
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