sooo real quick recap of indo adventure
Day one (Monday 3/3): got taxi to airport. It ran out of gas so we pushed it up a hill on the highway. Omens, yo. Got to Surabaya and it was sketch as hell, no ATMs so we had to exchange USD with these guys who carried around millions of rupiah in their backpacks. Got scalped hardcore trying to get a taxi to our hostel. The hostel had bugs and was right next to one of those Islamic call-to-prayer megaphones (went off at 4:30 am, thought we were being ritualistically sacrificed, never got back to sleep)
Day two (Tuesday 4/3): 6 hour train to Banyuwangi. Managed to find our hostel (several miles away from where we thought it was). Met the owner’s family, got a ton of free food. Were advised against Baluran National Park in favor of Mt. Ijen, aka hell
Day three (Wednesday 5/3): Went to hell and back again. The day started at 1 am, because it’s better to see the blue fire at night and then watch the sunrise over the mountains. Our awesome guide had some sulfur miner friends, so we climbed down into the crater nbd. I have lots of gas mask pics. I was literally less than ten feet from the flames. My lungs will never forgive me. Later caught a ferry to Ubud, chilled in Ubud.
Day four (Thursday 6/3): Bought some shit in Ubud. Got cheated out of a lot of money. Later got transport to Sanur Beach. Slipped on some rocks on the beach, got eight stitches, cried internally
Day five (Friday 7/3): Chilling in Sanur. The other three who went with me to Sanur wanted to sail, but I wasn’t supposed to get my wounds wet. Well shit. Went shopping more instead, got a full-body massage for $7
Day six (Sat 8/3): We decided that today would be my birthday celebration day, since the actual bday was an airport day. Breakfast in Sanur, taxi to Kuta, wanted to swim really bad because the waves were fucking awesome. Tried it, failed. Hardcore. Tried illegal topless sunbathing, fried boobs. Did shrooms and sat in the shade for two hours just staring at trees. Me n fellow travelers bought a handle of cheap rum and mixed drinks in the Burger King by the beach. (They had a slushie sale. Rum/Coke slush/cherry Fanta slush was surprisingly good.) Talked about really deep shit on the beach under the stars, like the nature of consciousness and our preferred schema for god/spirit/whatever you want to call it. Pretty much right up my alley. A Good Birthday.
Day seven (Today): Actual birthday. Lots of drama at the airport. I yelled at airport personnel for the general shadiness of Surabaya and cried in the bathroom about how shitty the lunch selections were. Eventually got over myself, got back to Bangkok, had some cake, talked with the fam, refused to go to the hospital because it’s my birthday, dude, come on.
Now I will ignore my homework and sleep forever
Going to Indo for the week before my birthday!! Whoa dude. I feel like this is going to be one of the more expensive trips I take, because we’re leaving the 3rd and coming back the 9th…that’s 5 nights of accommodations. Though the group who’s going is very outdoorsy, so we might end up sleeping like on the ground next to the mouths of the active volcanoes we’re hiking nbd
In the old days, all werewolves were male.
They burst through their bluejean clothing
as well as their own split skins,
exposed themselves in parks
howled at the moonshine.
Those things frat boys do.
Went too far with the pigtail yanking -
growled down into the pink and wriggling
females, who cried Wee wee
wee all the way to the bone.
Heck, it was only flirting,
plus a canid sense of fun:
See Jane run!
But now it’s different.
Now it’s a global threat.
Long-legged women sprint through ravines
in furry warm-ups, a pack of kinky
models in sado French Vogue getups
and airbrushed short-term memories,
bent on no-penalties rampage.
Look at their red-rimmed paws!
Look at their gnashing eyeballs!
Look at the backlit gauze
of their full-moon subversive haloes!
Hairy all over, this belle dame,
and it’s not a sweater.
O freedom, freedom and power!
they sing as they lope over bridges,
bums to the wind, ripping out throats
on footpaths, pissing off brokers.
Tomorrow they’ll be back
in their middle-management black
and Jimmy Choos
with hours they can’t account for
and first dates’ blood on the stairs.
They’ll make some calls: Goodbye.
It isn’t you. I can’t say why.
They’ll dream of sprouting tails
at sales meetings,
right in the audiovisuals.
They’ll have addictive hangovers
and ruined nails.
- amalgam of Chinese, English, Indian, and Malay cultures. I can kind of start to see an emerging Singapore identity independent of this, but it’s rare to see a “native” because 1/3 of the people living there aren’t even citizens.
- nearly everyone is wealthy. very wealthy. I imagine most of the manual laborers commute from Malaysia everyday.
- fave: air clean enough that my cough is mostly healed
- also: vegetarian food
- (sidenote: there is, after all, such a thing as too much curry. It hurts coming up and out)
- also: clubbing.
- actually clubbing was a somewhat mixed experience. I was drunker than I’d ever been at a dancing place before, and it turns out that I’m a pretty good (read: slutty) dancer when I’m not cripplingly self-conscious! Unfortunately that made me very popular with the menfolk & I was groped so. many. times. At the time I rolled with it, but in the morning I feel vaguely dirty. I now understand why admission is free for girls and $30 for boys: unfavorable gender ratios means a girl can’t get her groove on in peace.
- our host Larry is p much the coolest, nicest guy I’ve ever met? And it really confuses me because he’s the best friend of my asshole-ish ex. This might be a “Larry is Fed’s best friend but Fed is not Larry’s best friend” kind of thing, I don’t know how else this could work. Larry was so nice about being the most interesting person I’ve ever met.
- I would definitely, definitely apply to NUS grad school if admission weren’t so competitive. Because dude. Singapore is the nicest city I’ve ever been to, even if it is de facto authoritarian and they still lash people for things like chewing gum
Possibly I will post pics soon!
doooood low dose birth control here is only $5 a month, and that’s for a 28-day regimen. On the one hand I’m nervous because everybody warns about pharma-fraud in Thailand; on the other hand, hell yeah $5 birth control! (Well, it’s free in SC but it would cost a hell of a lot for them to ship it to me, plus the dumbass doctor who wrote my prescription gave me a high-dose brand which I just didn’t need)
So if I get pregnant we’ll know if we can trust them l-o-l
JK brah abortion is illegal here, so I found where they sell the condoms and bought some. I ain’t ready to be a momma
I’d like to thank Welcome to Night Vale for making my temporary blindness bearable
Ugh I hope the hives and itchy sore eyes are just an allergic reaction. I can’t imagine how awful it would be to have pink eye over here.