Bali,
Indonesia
Friday, July 4, 2008
Back in Bali for the.... I don't rememberth time we ran around the town eating at good restraunts and hanging out at the beach. I dawned a pair of my special short shorts and went for a few surfs with Sergio at Kuta Beach. Yanti, my massage girl, gave me a massage and straight edge ravor shave. All relaxed and smoothed up for the evening I went to the Chill Out Lounge and saw a few of my friends to say farewell. They put on a musical display of Bali's finest songs and dances. I was loving it. "The perfect last night in Bali" I kept telling them and it was good, real good with some of the best singing I have ever heard coming from this one Balinese bird. The jovial Indos were just jamming out and getting loose. I was singing right along... way out of tune. "The perfect way to end the journey," I kept saying. During the evening my right foot gradually began to ache and swell. That dirty stream I ran through at Lakeys was starting to haunt me. Sergio and Dayane were a bit concerned about the swelling and red streaks radiating from the small scratch on the right arch. I was a bit concerned at the throbbing pain and feverish state I was experiencing. They kindly went to a pharmacy and picked up an antibiotic for me. My time in Indo was ending as I expected... with a rampant infection.
Feeling lucky that injury didn't occur to me earlier in my travels I felt it was time to go home. I wanted my mom. I wanted to be taken care of by someone who knew exactly how to do it. Eighteen foot swelling hours of flights later I was finally back in the good ol' US of A on the 4th of July. My days of foot loose and fantsy freedom had ironically ended on Independence Day. Glad to be home and almost ready to start re-working for the man I limped out of the airport and took a deep breath of the LA smog and behold, Jonathan Euller was pinching my butt cheek. Good to be home.
The stories for my grandchildren have been set. Now it's time to start embellishing them. "I remember when I was attacked by a water buffalo in the battle field trenches of Lakeys Peak. A beast bit a huge chunk out of my foot and nearly gored my heart if I hadn't rammed my surfboard into its right eye..."
