Consummate rambler obsessed with checking out from reality at every promise of adventure
I got a stinging bite from the travel bug when I was circa 20 years old visiting Thailand, and since then my life has been a cycle of study, work, save, GO, live in abject poverty, drool over new places, work, save, GO, come home broke, dream of overseas, work, save, GO… I blog about all things travel + adventure over at www.checkin-out.com.
"Pfffft, Bali. Only bogans who want to start their personal collection of Bintang singlets go here," I hear someone say... Hush, people. I'm going to tell you about a place on the southern-most tip of mainland Bali, a place that's still golden and gorgeous and blissfully peaceful.
In the dusky light filtered by an eerie canopy with almost no reception, sprawled like an overturned turtle in the dirt, rendered helpless by shock and pain, I felt something I've never felt whilst out in nature: genuine, panicky, out-of-body fear.