So it happened when I was on a group vacation in Bali around five years ago, I'm a fifth grader at the time. My mother's boss gave her workers a free vacation. The best of all, they are allowed to bring their family! We went to Bali with a bus, visiting a lot of other places on the way. I managed to get my hands on a whole lot of traditional cuisines around Central Java, East Java and of course Bali. It makes me really happy and excited for our main activities.
If I am correct, we spent two days on the road and four days and three nights in Bali. We went to a restaurant in the first day morning. I forgot what the restaurant name was, but I remember how good their sate lilit is and how we could see Lake Batur and Trunyan Village trough the windows. I ate a whole lot of food because it was just so good until my stomach hurts.
Honestly, I don't really remember how everything went. I forgot a lot of things easily, but I could tell you how amazing and mystical night performance of Kecak Dance and how touching Barong Dance was. And their seafood was just heavenly, even though seafood from my hometown are much much better. We also bought a bunch of souvenirs like sea shell necklaces and bracelets, t-shirts and of course foods!!!!!
We went to a beach that isn't Kuta at some point and played some water sports. Because my uncle is from Bali, he is fluent in Balinese local language and we got some discount for that. I still don't understand how this 'price-cut-for-locals' works until today, honestly.
This is where one of the problems start. I really feel confident with my swimming skills. I could at least keep myself afloat until someone came to save me or something. So, I asked to ride the banana boat with their normal speed. Yeah, they gave us a choice of slow, normal and the last is what I would like to call extreme speed. Being a stubborn kid I am, I refused to ride with the 'wimps' in their slow speed. But really, I don't know what happened but I ended up falling from the banana boat in the middle of the ride. And somehow I went into a shock and almost drowned. My mind turned into a jumbled mess, all I could think was 'ASDFGHJKL I'm drowning blhurguvbdjkcufhu' and everything around that.
And then, here comes Mr. God's Hand. I don't really know his name, but he's either my mom's colleagues or one of my mom's colleagues little brother or son. He looked fairly young though, around sixteen or seventeen. He pulled me up effortlessly and just swam to the shore like he owned the sea. But really, what makes me really sad is the fact that he. is. so. tall. Yeah, after being saved that is the first thing that crossed my mind. I couldn't even thank him properly due to the fact that I am so embarrassed. I mean, I brought this fate upon myself and I was told I might fall. The embarrassment is overwhelming I might cry.
When we finally finished the tour around Bali, we were back on the road again, and let's welcome the second problem!! Yay!!
So we used a bus, right? And somewhere before we reached Malioboro these group of retarded, uncultured and barbaric humans threw what I suspected is rock to one of the bus windows and just sped past. More unfortunately, I sat in the area of that window. I might get a lot of cuts and maybe even impaled by the shards, but once again Mr. God's Hand came to the rescue.
He brought this leather jacket with him. Either it's reflexes or just instinct, he threw that piece of clothing toward me. It protected me from the glass shards, and I was unharmed!
Really, I can't thank you enough Mr. God's Hand.
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