Indo is so different than I thought it would be. I mean I guess i thought it would be somehow be different than I had experienced but not quite like this. At the airport they just asked for $25US and then sent me on through security. Nevermind that I brought what could be deemed as weapons into the country. Then I got gouged on a 10 min taxi ride to a hotel that I'm sure was in cahoots with my taxi driver so I went next door. Had a fab two days there and stumbled around kuta just enjoying the hell out of the madness and trying to get drunk before I ate so that I didn't freak out. It must be working because I'm not dead or starving yet. I didn't even freak out when I started crunching on chicken bones in my soup last night. Rock on, me. After dinner I went wandering the long way home but was stopped on the street by two men my own age looking for adventure and asked if I knew of any. I did not have any places up to their standards of partying so we meandered in the pouring rain for either loud music or a bottle shop hat sold whiskey. Turns out these guys were not meatheads after all as I had judged at first by their muscles. One guy (who was ethnically chinese but born and raised in France and went to school in Boston for 5 years)worked for the Malaysian government. He got his degree in political science and his masters in modern warfare. No lie. The other guy was Malaysian and also went to school in the US for many years. Apparently Indonesians and Malaysians speak the same language so this was incredibly convenient and got us cheaper drinks. Perf. Between the 3 of us we spoke 7 languages. We had a ridiculous time clubbing! They took turns peeling the aussies stoned on mushrooms and ecstacy off of me and carrying my purse around while we danced our faces off. Things were going swimmingly until they had some awkward argument about who would take me home right in front of me. Needless to say I had none of those same intentions and proceeded to run away from the Malaysian guy who keeps grabbing my arm a little too hard. I literally ran into a cab after threatening to palm strike his nose. A sorry end to an amazing night. 

I seem to be meeting so many people who are highly intelligent and extremely well-educated. It feels good when no one looks at me strangely for going to grad school. It's so different from Newport in that way. I like it. Ah the well-traveled, educated elite. I love how they make me feel even if it isn't the real world.