yesterday, in the late afternoon, ashley and i swam out with our masks and snorkels, and for 45 minutes swam with a gigantic hawksbill turtle. we were so close that we could (and did!) touch him a few times, diving alongside him to the coral, and popping up with him when he came back up for air. it was incredible. he had to be four feet long from nose to tail, making him god-only-knows how old, and all the time surrounded by hundreds of tiny irridescent blue and silver fish, making it look like he was being showered with confetti. yet another magical moment.
the gili islands are an island paradise. white sand, turquoise water, great snorkeling (obviously), coconut trees, no cars, no police... its a good place to start a new year. unfortunately we werent the only people to think so, and on arriving discovered that australians and europeans have been booking their rooms here months in advance, while we, as usual, decided to wing it. that turned out to be a miserably bad idea. our boat pulled in at about six in the evening. we then spent three full hours, with backpacks on, trudging through the heat, and then the dark in search of just one available room. after an hour we found one that we thought was overpriced, and passed on it, only to desperately come back later to find it taken. when every conventional option had been exhausted, we toyed with two desperation strategies. the first was to sleep on the beach, where a hotel security guard had promised us a spot on the floor of his hut. i thought it would be fine, but the lack of walls bothered ashley, as did the lack of a bed, so we went with option two: during our search we thought it would be quicker to have ash plant herself in a restaurant and watch our bags while i ran around searching. so at the very moment i had struck an agreement with beach security, ashley had a sympathetic waiter offer up his room for the night. at about ten pm he led us through the backstreets of the island, well off the tourist path, and into his dingy but much appreciated apartment. it certainly wasnt what we had planned, but it beat sleeping on the beach (possibly). next day we set out early, sniffing out early checkouts and found a beautiful bungalow on the water. ever since we've been having the time of our lives.
tonight we'll search out a beach party and stay out late, and then try to be on our way tomorrow. we're a little grey on our next few moves after hearing mixed reviews of lombok, but i think we'll have a look for ourselves before backtracking through bali and then again into java.
till then, happy new year!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
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You know how much you can straighten out in a week? It hasn't been a week, John. It's been six months. Nothing's changed. you sleep till noon, then you watch Rocky and Bullwinkle. Then you drive your cab, what, a couple hours? You come home, you order out food. . . . . . and then you play those stupid Tito Puente albums until four? in the morning! TITO PUENTE is gonna be dead and you'll say: "Iv'e been listening to him fro years. He's FABOLOUS! Then you watch movies till dawn, and then. . . then you come to bed with me. You don't think that takes energy? You a sexual dynamo! Most guys could'nt handle you!
There are no words for how ashamed and letdown I feel. This is all my fault. I retreated into a shell. I got a DUI in late October, and had to simplify my life. Stupid, yes, but with all of the things going on in my life, I got a little depressed. I never thought it could happen. I got selfish and shut out everone. I did want to reach out to people, and you guys are the first. I spent so much time working and NOT dealing with things that they lingered way too long. I am no longer depressed, but not out of the woods. (I need to play more Cohen on YOUTUBE) Ok, back!
If you'll let me back in, I'll be way better! I live next to a public library now, and have made contact with college friends who are getting me a free-or-nearly free laptop, and am lookinh into Oshkosh, Milwaukee, or Madison as a place to live come spring. Moving now would have raised an eyebrow with the court.
I will not ask how your trip has been. I will read it till I have finished, then comment to let you know I have. I have found myself(poetically) alone, drinking. . .drunk, listening to Cohen and conversing(somewhat) to those I love, here on New Years Eve. Punishment! I could have gone out to a spot not unlike The Cafe, in its prime, tonight, but thought that it would be better for me to long. Get busy living, or get busy dying! Ciao!
I'm listening to, Take Me To The River, by the Talking Heads, and the very beginning drum line sounds like Billie Jean. CRAZY! Anyway, hello and apologies to My Evil Twin, Mike and Lauren, The Don(Who, as ordered by Brian, I owe some telephonic Cohen)Peapod, Tolouse Latrec(Mark Canak-lookitup!)Jessie, I cannot believe that Manu, is not Reske, although it may be!!!
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