when wayan finally arrives, i am both nervous and excited to get on his motorbike. i assume he’s probably going to be extremely careful knowing that he has a foreigner on his hands, so i try to breathe deeply and relax. “plus, my boyfriend and my new hotel manager friend both have his information in case i go missing, so i really shouldn’t be worried.”
and i needn’t have been. he was an extremely cautious driver, compared to the other motorbike operators on the road, he constantly asked me if i was okay and he didn’t mind my constant readjusting, nor the super tight hold i had on him every second of the way.
when we finally arrived at his home, my butt was sore, my mouth was tired from the smile that had been plastered on my face for the entire hour and a half long ride, and my heart was racing with the anticipation of meeting and living with a family halfway across the world from my own!
