Pass the passport in Seminyak Bali

Just sitting here in a wi-fi place in Seminyak, I observed an interesting scene. Some skanky long hair Italian type, you know, the kind you’d like to run over with your truck, came in and ordered a Coke. Five minutes later, in comes an even shabbier looking local. What do these 2 monkeys have in common?

Answer: Out comes a passport and the discussions start. This was quickly followed by a stack of 50’s. Its all happening at this end of town. Live and let live is my philosophy. Neither of those guys are going anywhere, judging by the way they look. If one monkey can put bread in the mouth of the other, no worries.

Still steamy here in Bali. This afternoon I kept my upstairs window from flying off the hinges, by hooking it to the frame with a coat hanger, and tying the latch to the frame with string. This whole country is jerry-rigged, and when you live here, a ball of string and a roll of duct tape are tools of the trade.