113 - BALI

Bali, 2013

Oh, Bali, I am quite sorry not having the opportunity of seeing more of you, but, well, you also gave me the famous Bali Belly… not nice. Funny thing, for almost two months I had been eating from food stalls, thai soups and curries, spicy indian tandooris and chinese nyonya food without a problem and the first sort of touristy place I find myself eating at gives me the worst food poisoning I've ever had in my life. So, I took it easy, instead of excursions and the like I decided to spend the time at the beach, reading and sunbathing with tons of sunblock (now that I'm back here I discovered that even with all that sunblock I have a few more freckles because of the sun… something that it's never happened before). It was sort of a competition though, to see who of us in the hostel with fall sick, so that made it more funny. 

I also was sort-of adopted by the loveliest german couple and their balinese friends and they invited me to an amazing christmas dinner… I thought I would get homesick, not spending christmas with the family but with the lovely people I met and the Skype call, everything was alright. 

BALI, INDONESIA

What to do with all this? All this open water rushing through me, as if a dam has been broken apart. All this energy, all this synergy, all this promise of everything (life, love, learn) that has me zipped open from the inside out? 

What should I do with the zumming under my skin? Once cracked, this years old mud that had me paralyzed and unable to apprehend my world, is now crumbling all around and the dust is vibrating non stop in search of something. Some direction, some useless meaning, maybe only just a road, maybe just a home.

It feels like the momentum has been piling up, going back has become an impossibility and a hummingbird is prying open the cage inside my chest.