Wednesday, April 4, 2012

After hours, it's kind of a funny story...

So, here is what happened after hours and after watching the Ogoh- Ogoh parade...

As you read in my previous post, Nyepi is a day of silence in which all of Bali shuts down and you are not allowed to leave your house. Everyone on the island has to be in their house by midnight otherwise you turn into a pumpkin and by pumpkin I mean, you get arrested for disobeying the rules of the holiday and you get taken into custody. I had watched the parade with some friends and then went back to their place for a little while before making my way back for the 24 hour lock down. I left at 11:15pm which should have been plenty of time for me to get back to where I had parked my motorbike. Had everything gone smoothly I would have been back by 11:45 at the absolute latest. However, since all of my great Bali adventures seem to end in some sort of injury, i.e. monkey bites, motorbike accidents and the latest falling in a hole, I was definitely not back by 11:45....

As soon as I left to make my way back it started raining and here in Bali, raining usually means the sky opens up. Naturally, I started running. Little did I know, I was running in the wrong direction. By the time I figured out that I was lost and still going in the wrong direction, it was 11:50. Shortly after, I found the bypass which is comparable to Federal Highway in Palm Beach, except it was pitch black, as they had already shut off the power in most of the villages and I was so turned around that I had no idea which direction I needed to go in. As I continued to run in the rain, in absolute darkness (where was my headlamp when I needed it?), with people shouting "Taxi, Taxi?' at me because they knew I had about 2.5 minutes to get off the road before being arrested, in what I thought was the right direction, I fell in a hole... 

Now, this was not just any old pot hole that I twisted my ankle in; this was a man hole! I was just about eye level with the sidewalk and in any other situation, I probably would have said to myself "holy crap, I just fell in a hole", would have assessed the situation and then climbed out. Somehow I must have generated some sort of super power because I got out of the hole just about as quick as I fell in and managed to come out with just a clean slice on the side of my knee, from what, I am not sure. Needless to say, I found dry land, called my friend that I had just parted ways with and asked her if she had any idea where I was in relation to my motorbike. Somehow, she figured out where I was and was able to tell me which way to go. It was then that I was able to laugh out loud at the fact that I had just managed to fall into a pretty large hole!

I made it back to my place at about 12:30am and luckily did not get arrested...

The evidence that doesn't look like much but will probably leave a scar to remind me of that one time in Bali when I fell in a hole!

1 comment:

  1. I feel bad, but I laugh every time I think about this story. You are my very own baby Jessica.

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