Don't break my heart my acky breaky heart

6am, it's still freaking humid and dirty. I hadn't slept. Had an argument with a Singaporean girl in my dorm, "Can vo turn down vor ipod?", "yes." .... "Please can you turn down your ipod?" ... "I said yes i can!" I was being a bitch. Of course i knew she was asking me to turn down my ipod not whether it was possible for me to turn down my ipod but legally i was correct and anyway she had been getting on my nerves all day by chewing gum at a decibel level higher than AK47. Then i felt sorry for her, I mean she probably never had chewing gum before, it was probably the equivalent of the first time an Irish person goes to a coffee shop in Amsterdam and buys a joint gets all fucked up and pukes on the floor.I packed my bag the night before and left it in the hallway so that i wouldn't disturb anyone leaving. Of course deaf ear didn't hear her alarm clock so one of the ridiculously cute Swedish girls had to wake me. hmmmm.
I boarded the monorail to go to KL Sentral to get the bus to the low cost airport. Billy Ray Cyrus, don't break my heart my acky breaky heart, blasting out of the loud speakers in the carriage was this some kind of punishment? My heart was definitely not acky breaking leaving KL Everything went like clock work and i got to the airport exactly two hours before my flight was to leave. Checked in, went through security twice, they were strict; they nearly pulled off Nini's head.While i was in KL I had been looking for both a scissors and a tweezers, without any luck. I got both in duty free, after security. Note to all potential hijackers. It was weird.
My arrival in Bali couldn't have been more screwed up. First the visa guy refused to accept my dollar bills, wanting five dollar notes only or new $1 notes. I dumped out all my foreign currencies, rubles, yuan, dong, kip, some kiels and other ones that i think came from Mongolia, eventually he said ok and took my old dollars. Picky. A dollar is a dollar and legally if you don't accept legal tender then ... Then he wouldn't give me my stamp, so i had to stand in another line. Then i got my stamp, another whole page, who do these countries think they are, Germany? France, China, Jesus even the US only gives you a small stamp. Then i got my bag, my security netting was gone, all my locks were gone, holy crap i thought. Ok i acquired some Valium when i was in Siem Reap mainly so that i woudn't have a great wallesque freak out at the temples. Is valium a psychotropic drug?
Bali international is a cute airport with lots of flowers, Hindu gods, waterfalls and a big sign saying DEATH PENALTY FOR DRUG SMUGGLERS. Then this guy in a uniform came over to me. "You come from KL?" "Yip", "You go that way" ... and he pointed at another guy in uniform who looked really pissed off and had a gun. Crap i thought here we go. Nini's a gonner. But instead i got waved through, no questions.
My hotel told me that there would be a driver for me. But he wasn't there. They had asked me to confirm whether it was 13.25 AM or PM which i thought was a little strange. I walked around. Had them paged, nothing. Walked around more. Found an internet place and checked the name of the place again and then i saw what i had done, I'd told them i was arriving at 3.25. Balls. I told the lady in internet place who let me call the hotel and i waited about 35 minutes, checked my bag, everything was in it. Eventually Markus came and picked me up, a really sweet Swedish man who runs the hotel with his Balinese boyfriend.I was exhausted and decided to have a nap. I woke up 4 hours later, it was dark and i was hungry and disorientated. I went outside, nearly fell into the swimming pool. Then i bumped into Markus' boyfriend who nearly burst into tears, "we thought you were dead, you hungry?" "Starving", he took me by the hand and brought me upstairs, gave me a cold beer, and before I knew it I was tucking into my first real home cooked dinner in ages, it was so lovely beyond words.The weather's kinda shit, it's humid and cloudy. Am going to chill out for a couple of days and then find somewhere to go snorkeling. I've started reading chicklit, well i did finish Crime and Punishment and War and Peace. Now I’m in the middle of a Marian Keyes book. It's not so bad. At least I don't have to think too hard which is good because I am starting to feel Echo Skim.