Day 4 - Taking A Turn
Jet lag is getting to me. I had such a long, full day yesterday of riding, ass chapping because of riding, eating, temple exploring, and beach venturing. It was an amazing day and I got to see the cutest little monkeys and one of the most beautiful views my eyes have ever met. We got back home around 6:30 pm and I hit the shower and the bed. There was no warning for my sleepiness at all. It was deep and all at once.
So I naturally I'm restless and up pacing the floors around 4 am. I felt frustrated this morning. Frustrated with myself and my lack of knowing the island and being able to take it on myself. I didn't want to have to keep depending on Nathan for transportation and food. I kept thinking.. if he figured it out then surely I can do the same. It was 8:40 am when I made the decision.
I packed up my office things in my backpack and set out to the cafe that google maps says is only 7 minutes away. I have no service, therefore no GPS. So I decide to take pictures of the route on my phone and follow it like a map. I hop on my bike and drive maybe 25 seconds before it runs completely out of gas. Oh great. Here we go. So I begin walking it thinking a gas station must be nearby. I walked twenty feet before a man stops with his child to ask if I need help. He takes 10,000 IDR from me and then returns with a bottle of gas. Thank you, thank you!
Now I am on my way...
It only took me a matter of 5 minutes to lose my sense of direction and well, this is how my day began.
2 hours later I am still flying around this island on my scooter racing through all the towns and streets that look the same. Now I have to figure something out. Frustrated and ready to cry I kept thinking of the Mark Twain quote, "An adventure is something that while it's happening you wish it wasn't." This didn't help me at all. What next? FIND WIFI! Every place I stopped at there needed some code or a form of payment through the internet that I couldn't figure out.
Finally I see a sign that says "INTERNET." Hallelujah. I park my scooter, and walk in to find 10 desktop computers. This isn't exactly what I had in mind, but it'll do. The only thing I could think to do was log onto instagram, find Nathan's profile, and comment on a picture. I commented the following: "hey lol i am extremely lost." "I need help lmao. Im at this internet place, no one speaks fucking english. on the struggle bus. help." "Jl. Kecubung No.84, Sumerta Kelod, Denpasar Tim., Kota Denpasar, Bali 80236, Indonesia"
..I did get a chuckle out of myself while typing all of this out. I don't even think that was the right address anyway. I got up after realizing he was probably still sleeping and because of lack of patience, and set out again. I recognized that I ended up on the very authentic and local side of town because nothing looked familiar, everything looked the same as I passed by, and everyone only spoke their language.
Finally, after asking 6 people, 5 of which did not speak English, I met an angel..
She spoke English and she chose to be late to work to guide me all the way back to my street, AND she would not accept payment. A pure angel, I tell you.
A true adventure it was and although it was frustrating, it makes for a funny story, which just so happen to be my favorites.
We ended the night with a couple of Bintang pilsners, competitive uno card games, and belly tightening laughs of my morning drive.
Oh.. what a fucking day. But I wouldn't trade it for the world.