Sunday, July 31, 2011
"...regrets and mistakes, they're memories made, who would have known how bittersweet this would taste..."
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Sometimes in life, you need a little adventure. A little kick to the system to make you realize that all of the hard work, effort and complaining can finally be put to the side and you get to have an experience that makes it all worthwhile. Recently, I did just that by treating myself to a trip to Indonesia and Singapore and I realized again how lucky I am to be able to have these adventures.
As I arrived to Bali, the heat was intense. In the airport at Customs, there are signs everywhere that say, “Bringing Drugs to Indonesia results in PRISON and DEATH!” Now, I tend to suffer with the low self esteem but I am sure that I am too pretty for prison. Could you imagine? Me, sleeping on a concrete floor in the middle of Asia? So, needless to say, I didn’t even pack floss because I thought it would be mistaken for string-cocaine. I a’int playing!
So, in Bali, I had one of my greater adventures that didn’t include embarrassing myself. I had the opportunity to climb a volcano during the middle of the night to watch the sun rise from the top. It was truly one of the most difficult things that I have ever done but with a little self-delusion and peer pressure, I made it. The view was amazing. The clouds were below us and you could see more islands in the distance. It’s a moment in which you realize what life is all about; the simple pleasures like seeing the sun rise. Now, after those 5 seconds ended, I realized that I had to trek down that volcano and I became bitter and twisted again. Such is life.
On the way back from the volcano, we stopped in an area called Ubud and went to a monkey temple. There were hundreds of wild, rabies-infested monkeys all over and it was great. They pounced on me and sure, I may now be rapid but as long as I got a good picture than I am ok. One thing that I did learn there is that monkeys have a lot of sex. Not a little but a lot. I saw more fornicating monkeys in one day than I have in my entire life (Side Note: I have only ever spent one day looking at fornicating monkeys). Hear no evil, speak no evil, see lots of monkey humping.
Per usual, I had an awkward experience when I went to get a massage. It is so cheap there, $15 dollars for a full body massage for an hour and a half. What I didn't realize is that in Asia, you have to leave your sense of dignity behind. The woman made me put on a speedo-like pair of underwear that was see-through. I was mortified and covered myself with a towel and then she comes in the room and OH NO, I am not allowed to keep the towel on. So, there in the middle of Bali was me and my free willy humiliated. She kept saying, "OH GOD YOU SO BIG!" but maybe I imagined that part. Just as an FYI, I am sure it is not a good sign when someone sees you naked and then giggles like a challenged school girl. I was not amused but alas, I walked out of there with my see-through speedos on and my head held high.
Now, after Bali, the journey continued on to Singapore. I have to be honest that Singapore was never in my sights but I did thoroughly enjoy it. There weren’t any fornicating monkeys but hey, you can’t win them all, right? Singapore can be summed up as “sterile.” It’s clean, pristine and it feels like it is in the middle of one big, hot bubble. The humidity is ridiculous. I was sweating more than Amy Winehouse at a Customs line in Bali (Update: RIP Amy).
So, there you have it. My little adventure. As always, I am amazed with the experiences that I get to have because for a normal boy from Pensacola, Florida this a’int so normal! This journey is done but there are more in the planning phase. Where will I go next? Definitely somewhere where there is less monkey fornication or more, depends on my mood.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
I was recently Facebook stalking an unnamed relative and when I saw pictures of him/her, it was as if I never knew this person. He/She is such a distant part of my life that I had no connection to the images. It was as if I were looking at photos of a complete stranger. It made me feel weird. There's no bad blood, no event that changed emotions towards one another, there is just nothing. The connection existed in a time gone by.
How does this happen? I mean, it is life, I guess. A cyclical process in which people come and go. Some people stay around for a month, some a year and some forever but with family that seems odd. If I am being honest and I mean no disrespect to anyone, the term family should never just apply to people that share a bloodline. I know that this may sound cruel but I have had virtual strangers care about me more than people that I share genetic code with and it makes me sad sometimes but what can I do?
I just think that within all families, the effort to keep connected has been lost with the false sense of a hectic lifestyle. We are all too busy doing mindless things to care about each other anymore. I am not saying that I am innocent, I'm on the other side of the world, so I am culpable too.
Oh well. There is the ponder of the day. Now, with all of that out of the system, I will soon be riding a real elephant on the mean streets of Bali. Maybe not on the streets and let's hope that they aren't mean but nonetheless, an elephant ride is in my future. This Saturday, my Indonesian/Singaporean adventure takes flight. Because I lack emotion until an event actually arrives, I am not excited but by next Friday night, I will be bursting at the seams. Let's do this!
Monday, July 4, 2011
Lately, I have been enjoying random adventures around the city because too many times in life, I have let things pass me by and I am over that. So, over the past couple of weeks I have re-explored Taronga Zoo and this past weekend, I went to a koala sanctuary. The zoo is one of the most amazing just based on scenery. It could never been accurately described in words. The koala sanctuary can be described as...failure. It was shabby and a bit tattered. However, the key adventure there was that I saw a Mama Kangaroo with her joey in her pouch with his head sticking out. Also, my finger was almost mutilated by a bird.
I was standing next to her cage and she jumped up and perched her head out to be petted. I did so and she held her claw out to grab my finger. She did so gently and I obliged and then BAM! That bird brain clamped down on my finger and then violated me with her mouth. It was a betrayal of trust and innocence and I will forever remember her face. I may have said a few cuss words in front of some children and blood may have gushed from my finger but it made for a great memory.
(You will never find a better view than from Sydney Harbour.)