Cigarettes and holes

Day.... 7?

10:56 am (Bali Time)

I have come to the conclusion that the Balinese are not exactly the 'keep your clothes on or you will sin'! type that I originally thought they were... music like 'sex on the beach' and 'I loved last night, lets do it over again!', blasts through my sister's virgin ears (cause mine arent.... kidding! I think?) Wooden penii everywhere (literally!!) in different shapes, sizes and even colours!!!( totally thinking I should go back to that lady and buy some for suveniers!) and sooo many stickers in the shops such as: I <3 dick, I <3 pussy, and John/Jack/Bob/Bill/Etc = gay. Seriously? Do they really expect tourists to buy that?

2:19 pm (Bali Time)

We are in a hole. A hole far worse then Nambour. Yes, I didn't think that was possible either. But it's true. Dad had the brilliant idea to look up online where we would stay for the next 4 days... and after driving through mini villages for an hour before we got to our hotel. A clean and not 200 yr old hotel in the middle of dirty little houses with broken roads, the smell of shit everywhere and villagers trying to survive...mmmm.... brilliant dad, brilliant! But the actual villa is amazing! The bathroom is bigger then my whole room at home!

I'm so glad we have our own taxi driver, Eddie. He may smoke in the car (disgusting, I can still feel my throat burning!) but at least he has seatbelts on every seat! Especially great when flying around everywhere! Some of these taxi drivers (he doesn't always drive us around, so we have to get other taxis) are sooo dodgy.

And that is not to mention some of the stall owners!! Every 5 sec (literally, not kidding) someone offers you something! My most basic vocabulary now consists of 'no thank you'. It gets more creepy - one dude ('bout 50) pulled on my arm, looked me up and down, and said, 'hey sweetie, you want to buy something' in a reaaaly creepy voice. Not quite what we bargained for!