Bali

Save e 15 minuites I spent in Bali trying to think of a retort to Robin posing as some lame duck masseuse (uh huh, Karmella the Balinese masseuse does not exist, the real Karmella is spelt with a C and is infinitely less dodgy than his persona, muaha!), it was awesome. Ok, there were the drug pushers and all, but the scenery, the chillness, and the little moments of zen (which led to some smses to people back home) at some reggae club or at the 60s bar by the beach was incredible. I shall be back there in due time.

Oh, the one catch is that my long hair makes me look damn indon, and I get fucking checked before I go to the foreigners free-entry clubs (which is quite fucked up a policy).

the beach

the chow. ooh!

the sunset

random beach shot

awwwww :)

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