I’ve just been on one ferry trip, a bus and three planes in the last 48 hours…passing what felt like an interminable 15-hour hiatus through the graveyard hours of the night by sitting on the floor in Bali’s Ngurah Rai Airport—too broke to get a hotel room or taxi into town for a meal—with only a Malaysian comic book (APO? great artwork, full-color, I love it) and a Malay-English dictionary to read. My bahasa Melayu improved considerably, overnight…the most interesting result being that I started to get an inkling of how root words are made into nouns, adjectives, or different verb tenses…which helps if you want to speak more than a rudimentary “Me Tarzan, you Jane” bahasa. Also, got a feel for Melayu slang words…how they’re shortened and stylized for speaking on the street.
A cold/cough virus that I picked up in Penang, early in my trip, was kept in check for two weeks by random doses of assorted vitamins, painkillers, cough syrups, camphor oils, masses of chillies and limes, and probably my sheer determination to stay well whilst wandering foreign countries. I snapped this backpacker next to me at nearly 4 a.m. She was sleeping so deeply that even at 8 a.m. when the lobby filled up with hundreds of tourists milling around and watching her, she didn’t stir. Must’ve overdone some heady Bali delight…
Now that I am back in Darwin, the thing seems determined to run its course at double the “Feeling crappy” level.
Looking forward to a slow day at home, uploading my photographs and listening to my music (With one memorable exception on a corner in Little India, where 8-foot speakers on the street set the wh0le block throbbing to Bollywood dance/raga/rap music, I heard no good music these past two weeks: there was nothing playing but the usual Adele/Avril/Gaga pop songs in public places everywhere…I really, really missed it)