Back from Bali

Alright so Bali was pretty bitchin’. I must admit that I was terrified to go. I was going on a 20-hour airplane ride away from anybody I could possibly know. There would be nobody around that I knew and I was going completely by myself. It was terrifying and exhilarating, and that’s exactly how I knew that I needed to do it.

I landed and got to my hotel around midnight. Driving through the streets had me worried because most of the houses looked run down and the streets were very dirty they’re stray dogs everywhere and the people drive like absolute maniacs. The hotel was like something out of a travel magazine, so that made me feel better and safer about where I was.

Something that I learned about myself I said I absolutely love enjoying a shower. When you take a shower because you’re dirty It is a tedious process that takes up too much time during the day. But, when you take a shower just to reset yourself and take as long as you need there is peace and exhilaration and awakening that happens that revitalizes who you are, bring you back to your goals and accomplishments, and how amazing you are as a person.

The first day was spent exploring. I had been given an itinerary to follow the mapped out most of the touristy areas to make sure I got my trips worth accomplished. Upon going to the first temple I knew that this was a huge regret. The place was jam-packed with shops and people trying to force-sell things down your throat. The real lines to take pictures from vantage spots, litter everywhere, people using their children for begging, and just general rudeness. From that point on, I ditched the itinerary and made this trip my own. I spent the rest of the day on the beach exploring and checking out the shops and trying the cuisine.

I saw some girls trying to surf and that was able to help one of them get out there and actually catch a wave while also catching a wave myself. It was something that I wanted to do but I was constantly negotiating with myself because I didn’t know if I would be able to afford renting a surfboard and exploring the rest of the island myself. While surfing, I ended up smashing my foot on a rock. It made walking rather painful but I didn’t know the extent of the injury until the next day. I spent the rest of the first day eating and hanging out. One of the girls under job being rude to the waiter and I took that as a sign and politely excuse myself from their presence. I could tell that they were shocked and kind of disappointed and that added to me being proud of my decision.

The next day I woke up and I wasn’t able to walk on my foot at all. I had a large internal debate about how taking a day by the pool would be a waste of vacation and not advantageous at all about exploring and making the most of my vacation. I also argued that hurting my foot further would also dampen the rest of my trip. At the end, I decided to sit by the pool simply for the reason because I wanted to. I needed to relax and get my bearing straight and I also simply just wanted to. I spent the day reading and writing. I don’t remember if I walked on the beach again later on to try my foot out, but I do remember it being one of the most relaxing days I’ve had in recent years.

The following day I combed the beach. There are three main beaches in the southern part of Bali a knife simply walked to all of them. It took me a few hours and I stopped at a few places along the way to get food, water and fruit juice. The orange juice there was like crack. It was so delicious that I would go through almost a gallon of orange juice each morning. I did not drink enough water. I know that and I can only say that I didn’t do it because I was being cheap.

I met a nice Englishman at my early morning breakfast that after talking invited me out for drinks later on. I accepted without letting him know that I am not drinking because who the heck cares? We met up later and it turned out that he had met some pilots who worked for a private airline that had taken a millionaire to Bali for business. They invited me to tag along which I did. We went out for a fancy dinner and then dancing and the pilots picked up the check for the entire thing. It was a fun night out and I’m glad I did it as I got to enjoy the nightlife. Without drinking you look at the lifestyle differently. People were mostly standing around trying to look too good for everybody else all the meanwhile slamming drinks and being obnoxious jackasses.

The next morning was my last morning by the beach so I decided to make the most of it and explore the beach area again. I walked around for what seemed like hours and suddenly felt exhausted. I want home to try to go and eat breakfast but found that I couldn’t even enjoy a glass of orange juice. I went back to my room and took a shower which seemed to help and had a few sips of water. Nothing seemed to make my stomach feel better. I took a cab to my other hotel located in Ubud, which is located more inland and in the jungle. After the hour and a half long taxi ride, I took a nap and my new hotel room and woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. I spent the next day sick to my stomach in bed barely able to drink water or eat anything more than crackers. Upon research I learned that I had heat exhaustion from not drinking enough water on my beach excursions. here I was worried about not making the most of my trip and I was essentially bedridden for 2 days because of being a cheap ass and not wanting to buy water.

Upon feeling better I started exploring again. I went too many waterfalls, rice terraces, a coffee plantation, and temples (pictures of this can be found on my Instagram). I turned in early that night in order to have myself to try to feel better. I went to a grocery store and bought large things of water, which I should have done in the first place. I went to a pool at the sister resort of where I was staying and simply relaxed and took it easy while allowing myself to survive.

Another thing that I did was went to a monkey sanctuary. The monkeys absolutely loved climbing all over me and going through my backpack to try to find any potential food. Thankfully, I had eaten at all already. I had a massage late at night was both disappointing and uneventful. I wanted a masseuse to at least try to make a move on me. The lady ended up only massaging my hands and shoulders, not even touching my back. I also went to a water temple and had my being flushed and reinvigorated. Well getting into the sacred pool, I slipped and completely backflopped into the pool like some sort of cheesy cartoon. It was so spiritual and peaceful but also educational and humbling that it took me completely off guard. this temple was the only location of clean water available to the public. All other drinkable water needed to be imported in bottle form. It is crazy how Americans take that for granted.

Upon the day of leaving, I was ready to go back to The States. The commute was long, but I did miss being home. I guess there is a first time for everything. I ended up not spending $150 that I had brought. This was easily enough money to buy plenty of water and it could have saved me two days of exploring this far off location. Just another lesson I learned.

Oh and of course I know what everyone’s wondering, but no I did not break my vow. Thankfully, the girls in Bali were very small and looked very young then it made me feel uncomfortable. The other tourists were mostly there for yoga retreats and personal journeys that they were trying to shove down your throat. I did not care for that at all and spent being tire trip on my own and learned that I have a lot of fun. I am a very fun and energetic and high spirited person who is capable of enjoying himself even in the most far off locations. Because of pain or illness, I had 3 days taken off of my vacation. Even with this, I had an amazing time. My self-esteem and self-respect has skyrocketed from where I was at the beginning of this journey and I cannot wait to keep growing and bettering myself.

Screw potential, I want to conquer the world!

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