My room is haunted

Trip Start Apr 13, 2011
Trip End Jul 11, 2011

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Flag of Indonesia  , Bali,
Tuesday, May 3, 2011

when they door and the wardrobe door moved by themselves, i put it down to a draught (albeit one i couldn't feel). when my ipod speaker turned itself on by itself and started blaring music and woke me up in the middle of the night, i put it down to dodgy electricity (welcome to bali) but on saturday night when i was sitting on my bed studying and i SAW my ipod JUMP off the chair onto the floor, i knew i had a ghost.

i don't have any creepy ghost feelings, so i can only assume it wants me to acknowledge it's there. and since doing so, i haven't had anything else happen.

i was speaking to wayan about it, and another room here is what she refers to as sacred. whenever good people move in there, all is fine, but if there is any bad people (you know, people who are not of the best morals) somehow they always leave within a week. weird.

however, onto more exciting things...this weekend was my start of volunteering with kerti praja, and also the bali bike show! volunteering at kerti praja involved attending a group of hiv+ sex workers from 11am to midday on saturday. this group gives the women all a time to gather together, talk, and they alternate the weeks with one fun thing and one informative thing. this weekend was informative about safe sex, where i taught them how to put a condom on with their mouths (try to be dignified while doing that - impossible) and for anyone who has been to bali, yes it was with one of those wooden ones. in a few weeks time i am also going to be teaching them some basic boxing, for them to use (hopefully they won't need to) for self defence, but also for stress relief. i'm really looking forward to it. to sit there though, with these women aged between my age and i would say their 40s, some of them beautiful, others slightly hardened, knowing they are HIV positive was heartbreaking. in australia HIV seems to be something we only hear or read about, but here, HIV for a lot of people, including babies and women my age, is a part of life. it really puts things into perspective for you. a lot of the women here have become sex workers as the jobs they used to do in their village in the farming area have now been replaced by machines. a lot of the women were sold into sex slavery, very few of them came willingly. most of them are supporting children back home. i left kerti praja that day thanking the universe that i am as blessed as i am, as well as my friends and my family, to live the lives we have.

onto a slightly happier topic, saturday and sunday was also the third annual bali bike week (why it's called week when it goes for two days, i don't know). it is a bandido organised event, which brings together some aussie and indonesian chapters of the bandidos motorcycle club. they had stalls selling things from motorcyle wear to jewlery to food, and some of the jewlery was amazing!! due to being on a tight budget till my next pay, i settled for some window shopping. they had live tattooings, a body suspension (which i unfortunately missed) and several people were bungy jumping. i sat with a diet coke and watch strangers throw themselves off a platform held only by a small rope, and wondered, would i trust the balinese to safely let me bungy jump?

i entered my mad hatter in the tattoo competition (cost me 25,000 which is about $2.50) and can you believe it i DIDN'T WIN. what a waste of $2!! as the day wore on, there were fewer and fewer tourists (buleh), and a group of javanese tattooist asked for several photos with me. i sat on the stone steps to double six club with them, drinking arak (local rice liquor) out of plastic cups and having conversations in half english half indonesian. eventually they moved on, and i saw a guy from bali ink (where i get my tattoos done) and so i hung out with him and his friends for a while. by this point, i had been sweating all day, i had filth stuck to my legs (the sweat just acts as adhesive for pollution) and i was yawning my head off by 8.30. there were several different bands on, a few who sung in english and one band which was clearly very popular who sung only in indonesian. it was quite amusing to see a bunch of indos start a mosh pit, with a few of them even crowd surfing. it was madness! this was the biggest gathering of alternative people i had ever seen - people with a few dreads and the rest of their hair shaved, people with split tongues, a million facial piercings, facial tattos, goths, the list is really endless. it was so awesome to see a part of this indonesian subculture, and to even be a part of it with some of them. my friend from the bali ink studio gave me some arak, and we sat next to the beach having a few drinks. by this point, i was the only buleh there, and i've got to admit i didn't mind it.

i went home around 10pm, and slept until 4 the next day!!! it was madness, the last few days i have just been exhausted, i'm not sure why.

on the weekend i'm supposed to be going to singaraja. no idea where it is, one of my friends here who is a waiter is from there, and is going back there for a night for a ceremony and said i can go, which is going to be awesome! two and a half hours on a motorbike however is a different matter...

peace out homies, and i'll keep you posted WYWH!!! (wish you were here)
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Mel on

I love reading about your adventures over in Bali. Make me feel almost like Im there :) You should take some pics in your room and see if any orbs show up!

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