I'm in paradise. The dream of most honest workers. Sea, waves, sun, cheap beer and I do not have to work. But it reminds me so hard, I tune in to this life. Somehow I'm not Touristenorturlauber. Beach chairs and did not offer the goods involved are not so enticing. What do I want to advertise T-shirts and stickers that beautiful things like "Getya cunt out" or "Harden up and fuck" or followed by any English names ... "Is gay". Yes, who cares about something? Although my field research has not progressed very far, but I do believe that the common Westerner not with such a sticker can flay much impression, and therefore the rupiah would rather be sweaty stink more in your pocket.
Wwoof Even when I had my daily duties and as Kuechenhilfe anyway, hanging out alone do not mean that, but to make much more sense I have gathered up until now not yet. Since I'm still very brooding, what about my self-discipline. I have to be what it takes to be my own boss? Of course, the conditions here are difficult. I have inserted myself into the pattern of daily afternoon nap. Even the seats namely me the sweat in the eyes and I run, the Immergefraessige must motivate me to run into the restaurant around the corner for lunch. And there are real highlights when I bathe my laundry in the slightly musty-smelling water for desired cleaning or separating me from another book - but the heat is clearly against preponderance in the backpack. It is so hot that I do not even want to wear the backpack, but have bought a cheap shoulder bag and only wear the T-shirts are also sufficient air to pass through.
I lie down for a steep learning curve trade and am happy with my third hotel, which required four dollars a night with breakfast. The breakfast is actually quite tasty with Banananenpfannkuchen and fruit salad. I linger Now in my third hotel room. Unfortunately all singles and no dormitories. So I get to know but far fewer people. The first night in LA was kind of funny though, with 8 € but hopelessly overpriced, especially since the room really was not very good. The Puri Agung Homestay with 6.60 in the night I was better off, dark, yet somehow quite cozy. In my new hotel, the Arawathan, I pay 4 euros, and the breakfast is included and the room better than in LA
The surfboard yesterday cost me $ 5, today I did it for three bargained for. At first I did not want to go surfing. I thought I'm a right wimp. For the average surfer is in fact experienced here. The better the surfer, the smaller the board and so rushed the Japanese and Indonesians around nimbly in front of me and crashed me into even left behind, with a section of a dorsal fin on the outer side of my knee and a bruise, but no apology. And the so-called Anfaengerwellen are pretty powerful. First, it is difficult at all with my long board far enough to get into the water, the waves rush in but considerable height to the beach. This goes so far that I like with my board was of a particularly malicious wave washed over the pile in the sand before I ever really was in the water. Now I have anyway in bold letters the word "full amateur" written on my forehead and then makes the fight with the waves into the water, the situation now is not real. Apart from me, are there just yet and I can tinker with my athletic self-esteem. Some are older and schwabblig, although very rare. But are at their best on the board. It's all about pleasure, I know. And today when I confessed my steeled neighbor from New Zealand, that it the waves are too wild, he is swept overboard and be really hard for beginners would have to, I was very reassured. My ambition was further allayed when the Board commended lender, I would have since quite a few waves caught. Without my audio book "Self motivator," where I have reached the chapter "Do not give up", I would be today probably not even jumped into the waves. Painful knee, a spoiled by the waves and hardly any neck standing up and only now and then a wave but much too powerful, has the brakes myself. Thank goodness not enough, today I had the feeling of having really achieved something and to not only fight, but also much to have fun. Surfing is not easy and I know why I estimate that the Cosurfer! These are the legendary Bali waves. The friendship begins hesitantly and I think back with a little sadness to Portugal and Raglan.
"Massasch, massasch, transportation and look at my shop is advertised everywhere in Kuta. The only thing that attracts me to buy really are the many pirated movies that are here for a dollar per movie. But with my netbook without a DVD drive I can not watch it. We will see. Maybe in Sulawesi in my project to have someone a player. Even though I'm not in great shopping mood (yes you have to carry everything and my travel budget is not so fat now again), I give it out a bit more than expected. Yesterday had a haircut for about 3 € her - desperately needed after all these months without and the food tastes but also quite good. Unlike in India, here the health problems seem marginal and can be purchased well the street food that you can buy for 50 cents, or in a restaurant to feast on the euro. There's also Wonderful juices and I enjoy it plenty. What one does not do everything for your health! A winner is the avocado chocolate milk shake.
Eloy here I've learned from Brazil and his girlfriend, Dori from France. He is an avid surfer and good, she has traveled extensively. A nice couple and I'm happy to go eat with them. Yesterday, Dori and I for the cooking class with Maria. For ten dollars, we helped to cook four dishes. Spring rolls, curry, Nasi Goreng, Beef Stew with Tofu. It took almost five hours, was very tasty and came with all sorts of stories from Maria's life. She lives in a room that is half the size of my hotel room, I guess is ten square meters. There, their cooking utensils, a gas stove, a rolled-up Foam mat and a small table. Mostly we sat on the floor and grind onions, garlic and turmeric to a paste. Maria wants to work with tourists and the strong suspicion that it primarily about money. She is 55, has two sons in Java, a mother and a sister who somehow continue to buy. They all supported financially. Her father was kidnapped and presumably killed when she was eight, because he was the then government to insurgents. What actually happened not know Maria. And she says, since she had some mental problems, but has always worked. Her sons she has with an Indonesian man, what happened to him, I do not know. Today she did not want more Indonesians. A rich will get not a poor man she did not want. She is seeking a Westerner and was even invited to Switzerland, which she showed us pictures. The Swiss, however, was not particularly nice to her and does not care for a residence visa so they ended up back in Bali. Now she chats and more seeking to avoid the all too dubious offers. Mary is a no-nonsense person who showed me how hard she works here for a bit of money they can not bear much more. Even my NZ plane neighbor who lives in Bali because of the tax exemption with his Indonesian wife and two sechsjaehrigem son, said that they want to go to get away. for too much corruption and no future son. Here you can be anything, he said. But the Indonesians, in his view it is not much money. You want to live for the family, eat well and actually achieve much. Whether because he projected only by his housewife wife to others, I will find out quickly.
coral are everywhere on the beach, which one might take in Australia, absolutely not. Here they are treated more like waste. A propos: The recycling system is well meaning and is ignored completely, I think.
I think with a certain nostalgia in Australia, the wonderful fruits and the seeds that Leo and I have sown. It is fascinating how well things were growing in Bundaberg and I felt with my Australian family and Robyn Rolf pretty home. The legendary Aussie lifestyle that is very similar to the Kiwilifestyle has caught me completely. Only thing bothers me with the snow: no skiing, this is not good!
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