I found yet another blog post I wrote in Bali a few months ago.. For more of these Bali posts, click here.
Just got off the phone from a friend back home. 30 min call. ouch, that’ll cost a bit. but its well worth it and managed to bump up my homesickness a bit. But right now i shouldn’t be worrying about home - I should worry about who’s bed ill be in tomorrow.
Its Sunday night, almost 11. this time tomorrow I’ll be… somewhere else.
I hope.
My stay in Bali was always going to be a chaotic one. The plan was that I was going to move from hotel to hotel and from city to city. Unfortunately for me, I seem to be in Bali at the worst possible time. It seems that it is a national holiday so most of the cheaper hotels are booked out by the Indonesian holiday crowd. My villa will be taken over by someone else within the next 12 hours. Naturally, I haven’t secured a place to go to, being a lazy bastard n’ all but all is not lost.
Because I……… I have a guy.
Before you get all queer with me, it has to be said that every self respecting man on this planet wants to be known as the man who can get things done. If something can’t be done, then that man will rely on his vast network to secure the deal.
Need work done to your car? I’ll call my guy. Want help securing a good bank loan? I’ve got a mate that can help you. Want to score some illicit substances? don’t worry, my guy will hook you up.
It’s the ability to be known as the guy who gets stuff done is what makes us alpha males tick. The more “guys” you have in your network, the higher social status you have. At home I’ve got my men - plenty of them and they’ll hook you up good.. Over the next few weeks in Bali I shall acquire some more.
Whilst trying to de-stress today after visiting over 20 different hotels in the area, I decided to go to the bar and unwind. I got talking to a German ex-pat who was working here for a shipping company. He had a guy for me and after a couple of minutes and a little bit of sweet talking, his guy is now my guy.
Tomorrow morning it’ll pay off. Well, it better….
Otherwise ill have to re-jig my budget and stay in a pricier hotel or sleep on the streets.
Considering that I slept on the beach with a group of Queenslanders a few nights ago, I’m not overall fussed.
But as I sit here writing this blog post and after thinking about it, I realise I already have a mini network of guys here already. Cheap transport, a good tailor, a guy who will get me any DVD/CD of my choice regardless of how rare it is, a bar tender who gives me happy hour prices regardless the time of day… and I’ve only been here for a few days.
I love my men.
As I finish off this glass of Jacks and coke, a chipmunk scampers past my feet. It stops at the bin at my front door and rummages through it.
After a few seconds it stops, aware that I’m watching it. It gives me a bug-eyed look of desperation for a second and then runs away. I love chipmunks, strangely enough they remind me of a girl who I once had a crush on in grade 4. No, not because chipmunk can hold two walnuts in its mouth and still have room for more, but because we used to watch Alvin and the Chipmunks after school at her place. She let me touch her girl bits in the pool in exchange for my carton of chocolate milk. I thought i was the luckiest kid on earth at the time. Now if only girls these days were as cheap…
I never knew chipmunks were native here.. not even sure if it was one. probably it was an overgrown rat who had just gone the next stage of evolution. wish I had a pet chipmunk at home….
I’m sure I know a guy who could organise that..
[tags]Bali, Indonesia, travel[/tags]
