fuzzy wuzzy was my hair

Ok, I am starting to feel like Bali is kicking my ass.  Seriously, if we were in a fight I’d be one punch away from being KO’d.

I know, I know... I’m in a beautiful place with cheap food and hotels, beautiful beaches and scenery, and interesting and unique culture.  Bla bla bla.  But, there is a part of traveling that many people seem to leave out when they tell their story’s.... for me, it is summed up by the condition of my hair.

I had a friend tell me once that my hair is like a gauge of my mood... the fuzzier it is, the bitchier I seem to be.  Perhaps the correlation is caused by the fact that I care less about the appearance of my hair as I become more tired and/or stressed out.

My hair, as you could probably imagine, is a mass of unruly, frizzy, jumbled curls.  This is in part because of the insane humidity in this climate, and in part because I simply stopped caring about what my hair looks like (that happened around the bed bug incident).

Now, my terrible hair is only a part of my marred appearance... In addition to the (partially healing) bed bug bites all over my body, I seem to have developed a rash on my face and neck.  Just my face and neck.  No, no...not somewhere that could be covered even a little bit... aaaaall over my right check and neck.  No idea what it is... but I commend it for choosing a body part that is so visible (it’s like its screaming at me... LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME!  DEAL WITH THIS NOW! .... but alas, I know not what it is and so am incapable of getting rid of it... at least nothing I have tried has worked so far). If I were in Canada and such a thing sprung up, I would simply use makeup to minimize it... oh, don’t even think about trying to use makeup in the climate.  A little bit of eye liner and mascara is all I can manage.  Anything else would melt off your face the instant you applied it.  I am constantly soaking the sweat of my face with my bandana... it’s like a waterfall all day long.

Yes, I can (and am) deal with the fact that my appearance is not quite up to the standard that I am accustomed to.  But add that with the bugs (no, I wont go into detail about THAT incident... you can read back to “when bedbugs attack”) and then the fact that I burnt my butt and feet today at the beach (also my back, back of my upper arms, and the back of my thighs... but the but and feet are most painful since my shoes constantly rub and my feet and I am sitting on my butt!) and then my smartest move yet... today I discovered that I lost my bank card.

What?  Who could be so stupid and absent minded as to lose one’s only means of purchasing little comforts such as food and shelter??  Hahahhhah... Really though.  It’s gone.  No idea where it is.  I can only assume I left it in a bank machine in Kuta (which makes me laugh because its so utterly stupid).

*sigh* Caitrin says it has to go up from here... really the only thing that's left to happen is for my backpack to get stolen (knock on wood) ...

I would engage in my favorite coping strategy and get drunk... except for the fact that even though hotels can be found for $20, meals cost $3-$5, and clothes can be bought for $3-$10... for some reason alcohol is $5 a drink!!!!  I’ll leave the drinking for Thailand... I am told its dirt cheap to get drunk there...

Don’t get me wrong, I’m having a blast... although Bali has decided to kick my ass, she is being kind enough to soothe me with luxuries I could not afford on the other side of the world, like $3 dinner on the beach, long days tanning in a lounge chair, late mornings sleeping until I feel like rolling out of bed, and my only responsibility is to figure out where to go next....