scattered showers here on my 4th day in uluwatu.  i totally dig it here.  its full of surfers and backpackers and crazy people.  the first two days i was here, i partied with two dutch teenagers and a hungarian woman.  we took motorbike rides all day in the monsoon rains all over the island and laid out on the beach getting awesomely burned.  yesterday we again hit the beach all day; cruising from place to place on the bikes and enjoying the shit out of the sun finally.  then last night the hungarian left and we picked up an italian, and we all went to have beers on the water and take part in what eventually morphed into a late-night bob marley's birthday moshing.  madness.  the two singers were fucking crazy and we had such a blast with all the shoeless tourists and tanned and blonde surfers and of course the stereotypical locals who showed up and raged with everything they had.  rock on.

i eventually got sick of the reggae, so the dutchman and i went home to find some englishmen to play card games like bullshit and shit and pool with until the wee hours of the morning.  the italian, being his characteristically all-too-forward italian self, asked me to promise to keep my door unlocked for him, so naturally i set the deadbolt and the doorchain when i went to sleep.  oh italians.

i woke up feeling quite refreshed because ive been on antibiotics and happily choosing not to drink on them after an unfortunate incident yesterday morning.  it was rather fabulous slowly watching the drunkenness creep over everybody last night.  actually, thats probably why i left the party before midnight.  haha oh well.

well its time for breakfast and a prayer to the universe that this plane ticket on an airline no one has ever heard of is actually real and not standing-room only.  and i think ill actually go see the traditional balinese dance at the temple tonight if its not raining.  its one of those things i have to do before i leave.

with that, i leave!