Try me, buddy

Since not much has happened and quite frankly I'm a bit tired of Indonesia chaos I'm just gonna have a rant post.

The first bit was very relaxing with Coco and I got to be submersed in the culture so that was nice, the next bit I made it to my destination, Bali. However, I should have broken up the trip and stayed on different parts instead of just Kuta. If you want to party, great, and I did...the first two nights... Followed by more here, and there.

So I became a bit of a shut in, fell into a funk and basically just ate and slept for a few days. In all reality I'm backpacking, not on a vacation and I'm going to be gone a while. I need to find a oppertunity to work, or even volunteer because i have no sense of satisfaction at the end of the day. This is definitely not the place to collect my thoughts and centre myself, but I'm learning.

 Whenever I can find the Internet, I really have to stay somewhere with it next time, what a pain. I try to search things to do when traveling alone, but it's stuff generic stuff we already know. Get lost...go on a photo safari...talk to locals, duh. If I was on a secluded beach with a hammock I wouldn't feel this anxiety, but I'm on a fast paced beach where no one leaves you alone...

I can walk by the same place three times in 45 min..."massaaaage, piducuremanicure?" obviously not if I said "no thank you" the first time. Oh wait, I just drank three beer and am sweating like a pig cow, yeah I want a massage. Maybe if you offered me a cold shower I'd take it, retards. OR "sunglasses? Look!" and they grab you by the wrist and try to get you in their shop. First off. Don't touch me. I want to freak out, but I don't because apparently that's rude. THAT is rude? Omg.  Plus id like to point out I'm WEARING sunglasses. Followed by..."Darlin, I love you" ok buddy that's it. Just because you know how to say it, doesn't mean you do. I can tell you to go to hell in whatever language you speak, that doesn't mean I'm going to do it. 

Today's favorite was a motor taxi guy standing in front of the mini mart yelling at me as I'm coming down the gang. "motor bike, where you go? I take you good price" I'm clearly going into the minimart, again, "where you go?" "inside." I say clearly irritated.  And when I come out... "where you go? Good price" Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

Now, I understand this is how people make a living, and it's very small at that. And for the most part people are here to shop and party and go crazy, so my fault for not finding a quieter place. But I'm just warning you if you ever come, your head will explode with people wanting you to buy whatever it is they are selling.

Fun fact: Indonesia is made up of over 17,000 islands, over 300 indigenous languages and three time zones.