What happened in Bali, stays in Bali

I wished I was back in Bali right now. The weather here is driving me up the wall and I hate the layer of sweat that’s constantly forming on the tip of my nose.

The sun-soaked holiday work assignment in Bali was fantastic to say the least. The perfect weather, the ultra-clear beaches, the sinful gastronomic indulgence, the cute Australian tourists – what more could I ask for? Bali was a trip of firsts: The first time I travelled alone, the first time I swam in the ocean at 12 midnight (after drinking a lychee martini, a chocolate martini and two mojitos), the first time I found myself half-naked in a room with a woman I barely knew, the first time I nearly found myself half-naked in a room with a man I barely knew, the first time I had six interviews packed in a row, the first time I ate raw beef, and the first time I asked someone out on a date (and ended up standing him up, involuntarily). In other words, Bali was the bomb (no pun intended). Of course, Shaun would be quick to point out that my mathematical limitations were well on display when I was trying to shop for food or sunglasses at the road-side stalls. “How much is $340,000 divided by 6?” is one question that’s repeatedly asked to the dudes around me.

I ate, and I ate, and I ate, and I ate….

 

And there was a rainbow on my legs, immediately after the spa treatment. Such bliss.