Before I left, I told everyone -- and I do mean everyone -- who crossed my path that I was taking a two week vacation to Bali. Yes, it was obnoxious. But, I really couldn't contain my joy.
Last week, I mentioned to a young-ish paralegal at work that I was going to be in Bali.
Paralegal: Oh, Bali. That's a great place for women.
Me: What does that mean?
Paralegal: It's like Thailand is for men.
Me: Okay. But what does that mean?
Paralegal: You'll see.
Suffice it to say, odd conversation. I get what he is saying about Thailand, but does he really think that paying for sex with random people in a foreign country has the same appeal for women?
But, if by "great place for women," you mean a place where you can sit on the beach, under a tree, with a breeze blowing, staring at the aquamarine ocean stretching out to the horizon, while sparrows flutter across the view and a nice man brings you perfectly cubed frozen watermelon on a stick . . . and then you get back to your room and someone has left you a chocolate bunny for easter while you were at the beach . . . then yes, Bali is a great place for women.
(This all happened today. Except for the sparrows part. I mean, there were birds, but I don't know if they were sparrows, because I don't actually know what sparrows look like. They were these cute little black birds that were as if drawn by a child - the quintessential bird. Hence, I decided it was a sparrow.)
In the morning I'm off to Ubud, for the cycling component of the trip. Seven days of cycling around the island. I'm apprehensive about the cycling. And the talking to people I don't know. (My fall back topic for the last month won't work. Me: I'm in Bali. Them: Um, yeah, us too.)
But for now, I have a chocolate bunny.
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