Bali Travel Log :: Day 2

I hadn't been in Bali for more than 5 hours and already learned my first important lesson: don't get on the back of a motorbike the same way you mount a horse. It will fall over.

Good times.

I sit here at my quaint little hotel/hostel/abode for the duration of my stay - The Island - it is cute, relaxed and lovely in every way. The peace and quiet is so nice - no children screaming or crying, no one banging spoons on the table, no one throwing Thomas the Train engines across the room that hit me in the head - what a change from back in Texas. The primary noise is just the rain hitting the palm leaves.

The internet is in and out; I'll have to get help later on this morning when someone who knows what they are doing arrives. My grand plan was to have blog posts lined up for the entire time I was gone. Oops.... packing up the two little hooligans for two weeks at my mom's interrupted that. No joke, we filled up the bed of Biz's pickup with all of their super important necessary can't live without gear, including a whale shaped bath tub for Munchkin. Life or death item, of course.

Still haven't had a hot shower. The gas in my room was already turned off last night by the time I arrived, and it's not yet on this morning. So that makes...let's see...nearly 72 hours now without one. Can't complain though - it just felt good to splash cool water on my face after three flights totaling 25 hours, not including layovers.

I feel very smart as I sit here enjoying my French toast. Out of the seven other travelers in the common area I am the only one who knows how to figure out 3% of 5,105,500 rupiah. Gold star for 6th grade math! It is beyond humid here. Like, Houston has nothing on this place. The wind feels nice right now as it blows the slight mist of rain through the rooms. I use the term rooms loosely. There aren't windows, and actually there are hardly walls, just columns holding the roof up with roll down bamboo shades if necessary.

I haven't yet spoken to any of the other travelers directly - other than the math incident just now - but I am listening to their conversations. Eavesdropping rocks ;) They are talking about great night life, where they are on their journey, where they have come from, where they are heading to next and how many monkeys they have been attacked by. I am definitely the only mother and already missing Big Squish terribly. What I wouldn't give to have a wooden Thomas the Train engine smack me in the side of the head right now.

p.s. Dad, I know I know, I broke your no motorcycle rule. Kind of. For the first time ever in nearly 27 years. BUT it was only kind of breaking I swear, as it was pretty much just an electric scooter. We didn't go far, went slow, and I wore a helmet, of course. If it makes you feel any better nearly all of the other scooters had children piled on them, helmet-free {even though the parents were wearing helmets...?}, and it looked like roughly half of them were newborns making their first trip home from the hospital.

xoxo Sheridan