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Showing posts with label teenager. Show all posts

Friday, 1 August 2014

4 Steps to surviving the traffic of Bali, Indonesia


4 Tips to surviving the roads of Bali

Usually the go in Bail is that you have a driver, they are reasonably priced and are about every 5 meters so you wont ever find yourself stranded. If you ask your hotel for one they will just go down to the street corner and hail one into the hotel for you. The drivers are pretty willing to take you anywhere as our driver (bless him) once took us from Kuta to Lovina, which is basically from the south of the island to the north shore. It only took us 6 hours but can you imagine asking a taxi driver to drive from Brisbane to Rockhampton. Yeah, i don't think so. (These steps don't really apply to those of you who plan to biking or riding on a scooter)

Step 1
Fasten your seat belt its going to be a bumpy ride. 
The roads of Bali are basically a dirt path that someone one day came and poured bitumen on it from a rusty old bucket they had lying around. Its patchy and bumpy and though it may have possibly once resembled a smooth road it no longer holds the reputation as the 1.76 million cars and scooters have driven a path into the road that now consist of pot holes and wasted paint. I'm pretty sure there whole road system wasn't really thought through clearly enough as its basically just a big mass of chaos and defys every law of physics. Somehow it all just works.

Step 2: 
Blast the music. 
Weather its an iPod or just the radio make sure that shit is loud. Bali is a natural loud place with people yelling, cars honking there horns every 5 seconds and just the general festivities that involve loud music, singing and occasionally dancing on the sides of the roads. (Don't be alarmed if your driving along and then suddenly there is a parade dancing through the streets.) Like a frightened puppy you want to shelter yourselves from the strange noises until you are used to the chaos.

Step 3: 
Close your eyes. 
(Unless your are the driver then please , God, don't close your eyes.)
You know that saying 'ignorance is bliss'? This differently apply to any driving done in Bali. Trust me when i say its better not to know who or what is running across the road in front of the car, it will just freak out out by seeing the car skim people and the heart sinking feeling of running something over and no matter how many times my sister yells 'Little dog' the driver wont slow even a bit. Cows walk on the side of the road close enough to pat - if you were willing to risk your arm out the window - and i guess we will never know why the chicken crossed the road because the dense traffic either keeps them to one side of the road or takes them down the highway to hell, or perhaps the stairway to heaven. Either way they never fully cross.

Step 4: 
Go to your happy place.
 Whilst your eyes are closed and you are basking in the loudest music just imagine yourself in your happy place. Something that worked for me was imagining me in my destination. For example if we were driving from the hotel to the beach i would just imagine myself laying on the beach under the sun, or if we were on our way from the beach to the hotel i would just imagine all the things i would do when i got back to the hotel room. Like maybe take an hour long bath to distress after the psycho drive from the beach to the hotel room.

Top Tip: 
Just enjoy it.
The craziness is apart of the culture and its scary but that's the best type of fear. The kind that has you on edge with excitement. Its an awesome experience and if you can laugh your way through the fear you will be fine.

Kelsey Marcella
(If your interested in having a driver for the entirety of the trip i highly recommend our friend and driver Abong. Comment for details)

Thursday, 31 July 2014

Hello there...

So i'm not going to worry about the proper way to do things and even though its the middle of the night and even though i don't know how to even set up this blog i'm just going to drive straight into the deep end and hope to god i remember how to swim.

So here we go.

My name is Kelsey and currently as of today (August 31st 2014) i am 19 years, 3 months and 13 days old.

At this stage in my life i don't know weather to feel old or young. My 25 year old sister reminds me of my immaturity as she constantly tells me to grow up (she doesn't get my humor) but my 16 year old friends bask in my wise ways as i make the "adult decision" not to eat the whole packet of doughnuts as dinner is a merely 2 hours away.

I wanna say i am here because i'm an alcoholic and ready to change my bad habit but seeing as i don't drink to often and since stating my name i have accepted that this is not Alcoholics Anonymous.

I guess i am here today writing because i have a passion about traveling. I have been to 17 different countries and i do like to consider myself as a professional traveler (Or gypsy, if you like), even though ever single time i pack my suitcase its basically backed to the brim of things i wont even uses and although deemed necessities they really didn't benefit me in anyway. You will come to learn about my packing skill and everything else that follow in this blog. I thought it would be a cool way to share some of my horror stories and my moving moment to random people i have never met. There has to be someone out there who cares and if there isn't then this can one day be my memoir or perhaps a journal or even a memory to me and those around me when we are to old to scrape our brains for the real memories.

Anyway i leave you will the mystery of getting to know me and post again soon.
Kelsey Marcella