Been at the markets ALL day. Literally. All day all day all day. Half the time I am thinking, this is so sweet! I am in BALI! Across the world. What an opportunity. Baliiii!!!!
Then the other half of the time, I remember: I am not in the Four Seasons or Ritz Carlton Bali. I am not doing the honeymoon Bali. As I go through these markets, I am doing the real Bali. I am standing in puddles of contaminated water and every ten yards there is a starving dog or rooster...or human. Today I was excited to see a toilet that was above ground level with four walls around it. I use the term "walls" loosely. There was no toilet paper or soap to wash my hands, not that there was a sink to wash them in...or water. But a toilet that I only have to semi-squat over to hit the target is a good break for my legs, as opposed to figuring out how to hover over one that is ground level. Not that anyone else bothered aiming, I think to myself as my sandals are providing a barrier between the "water" on the floor and my feet. The ground splashes as I exit.