In Reply to: Is Bali Changing For The Better posted by tigress on Saturday, 25. October 2014 at 15:39 Bali Time:
So there I was, 10 minutes walk from our digs in Seminyak many years ago. My belly had been a bit growly that afternoon so I thought a guts full of babi guling washed down with a half dozen Bintang would bring it right.
I left the Swastika resto and wandered down (the then rough road with paddocks each side) when it hit. Cramps that bad I bent over. I normally sweat in Asia, but it started pouring out of me. I estimated the time it would take to walk crab like to the hotel was gunna betoo long.
Glancing around I saw people every where, the paddocks were grazed down and tourists wandered along holding hands and staring at the wild eyed nutter rolling his eyes and walking cross legged holding his butt.
All internal valves/muscles had failed leaving only the cheeks holding tight. I had never understood their purpose but understood then that they are the last bastion.
At that stage I was so bent over I looked like a staple. I rushed into a resto which shall remain unnamed and staggered into the toilet. I closed the door, and dropped my daks while still facing the squat.
Needless to say the door I had closed suddenly changed colour due to internal forces equivalent to a force 5 tornado, and as I spun around so too did the side wall and then end wall behind the squat.
I weakly hung in there being eaten alive by mosquitos, sweating and moaning. Weak kneed and half an hour later spent and empty I looked around and saw no toilet paper of course, nor water nothing..... Oh well could have been worse.
All I needed now was to get to my room, it wasn't too far, but when you are that crook I estimated it to be at least two pit stops.
Ahh the joys of travel.
Ianz