saying goodbye to manorous was not easy. it was clear he was going to be a good friend and the girls at the desk were just as wonderful. i knew i would have a ton of fun if i stayed with them, but i also truly wanted to see the countryside and experience the way the majority of bali people lived.
this was also going to be my first experience riding on a motorcycle in a foreign country and only my third time ever even on a motorcycle, so although part of me was thrilled, another part was scared senseless because those streets looked crazy!! ”what am i getting myself into?” i thought as i waited for wayan to arrive. ”everyone warned me not to trust people abroad, but that just goes against my instincts…” i quickly called rajinder, my indian love in australia, and gave him wayan’s full name, the name of the hotel he worked at and his cell phone number, you know, just in case wayan was actually not as trustworthy as he seemed…
