After a full days worth of flights, I made it to Bali, Indonesia. In true Asian fashion, the roads are crowded with mo!tor bikes, and 2 lane roads are haphazardly converted to 4. My taxi driver was a younger guy, probably in his late twenties. We chatted back and forth on the long ride to my hotel, and the conversation ended up turning personal. "Do you have a boyfriend? Do you have kids?" At this point, I knew where he was going with this, but truly didn't expect what happened next. He abruptly said, "I like your body." Can you say, awkward? He then began to explain what he meant, by pointing out in broken English, "You big here (touched my thigh), small here (tried to touch my waist) and then big here (he smartly kept his hand near my shoulder instead of my chest)." After my experience in India, I seriously wanted to slap this fool across the face. In such a situation, you have to laugh it off because realistically, he could get really mad if he felt turned down, or had a stinging hand print on his cheek. With him in control of the vehicle, I couldn't act too offended. Let's just say I was happy to toss him some cash and get out of the cab!
Upon checking in, I was given a delicious mango drink (non alcoholic, MOM). Once I got to the room, I ended up just completely vegging out. Room service fish and chips, a cold Coke from the fridge, and some movies on my tablet.
Then....it happened... In Mexico, there is Montezuma's revenge. In Bali, there is the Bali Belly. I thought my stomach was unhappy with the greasy fish and chips, but the longer it went on, the more I realized... I caught the bug that everyone who visits Asia fears.
My. Luck.
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