I went from chasin the sunset in my car in auckland a couple of days ago to sittin beachside in kuta at some mildly-posh Italian restaurant. Hilarious. And still I can't stop thinking about whether or not I'll get sick. I haven't eaten (until just now) in 12 hours and have slept about 3 hours in he last 36. I was feeling a little loopy after one beer and decided I was just drunk enough to pay $10 for a meal in Bali if it made me feel a little more safe.  I think I'll feel better when I get out of kuta. It's a wild town just on the brink of utter chaos all the time. I also didn't think my first marriage proposal would have been a woman squatting on the sand selling shitty leather brace lets, but life is all about the journey I suppose. I observed my first temple ceremony, almost got run over like 4 times, and waded through what I'm pretty sure is sewage seeping up from the middle of the streets. I'm adventurous in most ways...! Now drinking beers with the owners of my hotel. I'm gonna let them tell me where to go. Oh god I need sleep. Taryn