west is more, west is worst
more goats, more buffaloes, more chickens, more horse carts, more bicycles, more more more more people, more more and bigger trucks
and specially
moreee and more smoke, coming from everywhere, lots of trash burning, huge old rusty trucks, black smoke coming from all the exhausts
dust from everywhere
because you know, the road does not end where the bitumen ends, but when the houses start so lots of gravel parts trucks that lift sand up
crazyy
i had to get a pair of raymond bensen (who said ray bans were cool) sunglasses because my eyes were dying, and they are sooo classy
java is horrible horrible… want to cruise it fast to get soon to sumatra but its soo big and so much traffic that it is exhausting
trucks and buses dont care a shit that you are there, they dont , they just overpass you and you literally you have to pull aside from the road to let them pass… because you dont want them to crash you
no no no
mad people mad mad mad
but its not been all so bad, only today im grumpy because i just arrived java, adaptation i tell myself, adaptation nana adaptation
but lombok bali has been soooooo cool
little red finally broke down, i say finally because finally we could fix her completely,
was in ubud, nice bali city, chose wisely my mechanic victims, now im becoming picky on the mechanics because i know what i want which is cool because i feel so confident slicing little red up
i took her a part…. showed them the piston and then they knew what was wrong, so oiled and oiled it, changed a ring and back to postie
and now she can go up the everest!! so cool cool, took us two days but i spend them with the mecanics
they were hindu you know, so went to ceremonies, stayed over their place and was very nice, gave cookies, sugus and rice to the gods every two hours approx
the gods should be happy, balinese people take care of them a lot, when its not food is incense, when not incense flowers,they get dances every saturday and grilled chicken every six months…plus everybody dresses supernicely to go to see them to the temple, mmm i want to be a balinese goddess
….and sunday was the sixmonth hindu celebration, and i was lost in the west coast of bali, accomodation all full, so got hosted by a Hindu Buddhist family which was really nice, and had grilled chicken on palm sticks and lots of whiskey with the adolescent son and friends,
and was really cool because i got treated like a village kid and not like something special
so i got to eat with my hands and sit on the floor
the good life
and nobody was staring, nobody was treating me over nicely, they were just cool kids which liked to tune up their motorcyles and go surfing so the next day went to the beach and rested a bit
and bali is cool, if you dont make the mistake that i did to try to see the temples and all that, because then its dissapointing, too many whites too many short skirts and sunburned bodies
well im going to have dinner, some noodles or rice just to vary a bit, have a bucket shower, im literally black from the dust,
and literally is literally
and wake up tomorrow in a nice and happy mood ready to win the java battle
bsbsbsbbsbs
