Sunshine at last

Bali, agh someone asked me what did it smell like here. Well through my stuffy nose I think that it smells like a lazy sunday afternoon laying in bed listening to the rain pelting off the window while enjoying the musty afterglow of 8 hours of perfect sex. It's warm, and dank, slow really really slow, and calm. It might be raining but WTF, it doesn't matter, just wait till it stops, and if it doesn't sit inside and read a book, or just think or chat or do absolutely nothing if that is what you want to do.
I moved yesterday from Sanur in the south of the Island to Lovina in the north. Apparently it's better for snorkelling up here, although now i've been told that the surf is too rough. But i really don't care, i'm trapped here until the 3rd or 4th of March, and i can't think of anywhere i wouldn't prefer to be trapped. The scenary yesterday was fab, I'm not going to compare it with anywhere else, but it was lovely. My driver, Tommy, (I'm sure that wasn't his real name) was really informative about the local customs and religion, a mixture between Hinduism, Buddhism and ancestor worship. Every where you go you have to watch the pavement because people leave out little offerings for the gods or the spirits. For some reason my good ear is gone a bit deaf, well really deaf actually, so I might have gotten a lot of what he was telling me arseways but I don't think so.
My hotel is ok, it's only $10 a night, I did notice ants in my bed last night which freaked me out and the pool boy keeps asking me if I want to party, (at least I think that's what he's saying). I don't know what party means in Balinese but I'm not shoving any local powder up my hooter, having sex with a pool boy, or taking xtc on the beach and drowning in the ocean, all except the one in the middle I am sure would not be covered by my travel insurance. And my parents would be super pissed if they had to pay to fly me back in the cargo hold of a BA flight and with my experience with those eijets (BA not my parents) they would probably loose me somewhere over the Indian ocean.
I went to the beach earlier, and i was a little disappointed, the sand is very black and because it's low season, i was like honey to the hawkers bees. I ended up with three shell necklaces, a massages, a promise that I will come back tomorrow for a pedicure (needed), a beautiful blanket which i am going to have to mail home and a calendar which tells my Balinese horoscope, apparently I'm a very good person? Didn't mention anything about a hard worker, thank Vishnu or i would have known it was all a load of horse crap. Oh and I also agreed with a man who looked about 180 that i would meet him at my hotel at 6am tomorrow morning to go out in his boat and go swimming with the dolphins, and i wasn't even drunk. Everytime i have agreed to do anything in anyway outdoory it has turned into a disaster. But I picked him because if he is 180 years old and he hasn't drowned then that has to be a good sign? Me hopes.
I'm now hiding in the internet cafe, because pool boy said he would come back to party at 4, it's just gone 5, it should be safe for me to venture back to my hotel. My good ear is still kind of deaf, in that way where you can hear an echo in your head, it's really annoying and also i don't know from where any noise is coming. But they drive on the left here, i know that much.