That weighted scent of incense as you step of the plane,
Hot and heavy on your skin.
Voices either side, ‘taxi’ ‘taxi’
Welcome to Bali.
I’m flying on Saturday.
I got flights so cheap that I couldn’t say no. I’ll be meeting some friends from Africa that I cannot wait to see. They’re already there, frothing out, going to parties on the cliffs of Uluwatu.
It took only three months for my feet to get so itchy I had to get back into the chaos of third world tropics. My favourite kind of place.
And by golly do I feel like I need a holiday. From my hectic life of relaxation. Now that my credit card is paid off (or was until late last night when I got nabbed by the sheriff for unpaid speeding fines) and I can return to racking it up again like I have cash to burn.
It’s supposed to be only ten days, but maybe I’ll stay forever. Lost in the wonderland of my oblivion. Nowhere to be.