No one can possibly know how going home in 9 (NINE?!?!?!) days is making me feel. Nine days after two years, one month and one week of being away from the homeland. AAAAAAA!!!!!
It’s weird to think that I’ll have more clothing than what is in my backpack… that I don’t have to eat in restaurants anymore for every meal, that I won’t be waking up everyday wondering where I am, what adventure I’m going to go on today and… what’s that smell…?
I’m reeeallly pumped to see everyone though, and believe that I may possibly die of overexcitedness (yes, I know that that is not a word… but, psychologist make up words all the time for the way someone feels, so I can too).
I’m in Bali at the moment, an Island in Indonesia. We just left Sumatra after hanging out in the jungle and visiting the local Orang Utans. Seeing the Orang Utans in the wild was absolutely mind blowing. I’ll never forget my first time seeing beautiful, furry, bright orange, monkey people swinging around the trees with baby orang utans holding on.
I’ll also never forget looking up and seeing one poo on me. So… if having a bird poo on you is meant to be good luck, who put the gold horse shoe up my ass? Orang Utan poo? Luckiest girl alive, aren’t I? 
BTW, Orang Utan poo smell reeeeally sticks to the skin.
Before that, the crew and I were in Lake Toba… a beautiful crater lake that used to be a volcano thousands of years ago. Before that, we were on the looooongest journey ever from Malaka, Malaysia to Indonesia. Actually, over 24 hours of Indonesian people sized bus travel… waaaah, my knees 
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Who is the crew these days? I’ve got Ashleigh, Stew, Kyle (friend from Japan, who is from California), Wei Wei (English girl we met in Railay, Thailand) and Anna (another Brit that Ash met in Vietnam).
We’re having a great time together… especially last night when we found ourselves on the streets of Kuta, Bali at 12:30 am last night (which is when our twice delayed plane landed) with absolutely NO place to stay and absolutely NO options. Yes, exactly like the Virgin Mary and Joseph. No room at the inn.
Apparently it’s a huge Ramadhan holiday at the moment, and everything has been booked solid for ages. We’re on top of things, aren’t we?? Once 3 am rolled around, two shroomed out Aussies rocked up and had a good laugh at our story and our choice of street side accommodations. They (as Aussies do <3) took us in to their (fully planned and well booked ahead) hostel and literally gave us one of their two rooms for the night.
It made me miss Australia and Aussies so much. They did this all out of the kindness of their hearts… and maybe a bit out of their drunken state of mind… when we all know we have the best ideas.
We got about 2 hours of sleep and at 8 am spent two painful hours searching for hostels.
No worries! We found a room for all of us in the end and it’s probably one of the cleanest, nicest rooms I’ve been in in a long time… toilet seat, toilet paper and HOT WATER. Hot Water??!? I haven’t had hot water since Australia!!! THAT’s what $4 a night in Bali gets you. (Seriously, I am genuinely happy when I get toilet paper with my room. And a bathroom that doesn’t make me wanna vomit).
Alright readers, I’m heading back into the hectic Bali world and will see most of you in just a short while. Surfs up, bras.
xoxox
