Lombok

I wanted to try the mushrooms again in the same way Frida did, in the confines of her room because I felt that I didn`t actually get the trip I wanted, there was nothing spiritual or introspective at all. It was just very, very fun. I was lucky that I wasn`t feeling the comedown that much as well, as opposed to the one I had in Greece. Probably because I slept well and ate a nutritional fruitful breakfast. My plans were dashed because I received a text message from one of the ferry company we used saying that a major typhoon was on the way and the waves would make traveling impossible. So, I had to leave one day early, as in on that same day. This was really a bummer but there was nothing I could do except to rush and get tickets as soon as I can to get off the island. Unfortunately the place was closed, and I was pretty tired from running from our hostel all the way to the office. There was a lot of panic as I ran back to my hostel to get my things ready, I was able to chill for a bit while talking to Zane and some of the other friends I made during my stay in the hostel. After I got my things and laundry, I checked out and made my way back to the port again. The problem was I lost my ticket and I had to buy a new one, such rotten luck. Michael and Laurence came to say good bye, as I let them know my situation. They were truly nice people. Frida also came by and had lunch with me and imparted nice words. She is truly a good friend and I am glad to have met her. We said our good byes as I boarded the first boat bound for Lombok as we had to make a runaround from there back to Pandang.

The boat ride made me really sea sick as it rode the waves up and down. I remember talking to a girl from Scotland. We stuck around together from the bus going to the harbor, where we had to take a public ferry. On the ferry, we had different rows, I saw some familiar faces as well. The Aussie guy who frequented Sam`s Gili Bong. It was a long ride on the ferry, even with the sea breeze caressing my skin, I ended up very seasick for a huge duration of the ride. Thankfully, one of the passengers noticed me and she shared with me her pill to deter seasickness. It was honestly a godsend. I thanked her profusely. I decided to wander around the ship now that I had my bearings, I was surprised to see Hollik. Hollik was one of El`s friends who somehow knew be my name and I think he was also there while I was tripping on the beach. He called me and said El`s also on the boat. My friend, spongebob we called each other. I went with Hollik and saw El and another guy. It was nice to see a familiar face as it was quite a lonely journey back to Bali. They kept me company, shared with me their food and water, some medicine for my throat as I had gotten sick possible because of the immunosuppression effects from taking MDMA, same thing happened to me in Greece. I went with them to a prayer room for Muslims on the ship and had a rest but ended up getting restless and chose to wander around the ship some more, I was drawn to the roof as you can see the night sky and sea. We made landfall soon enough.

I got on the van and it dropped us one by one, me being the last all the way to the airport where I decided to just spend the night. Deciding against touring Bali some more as I was already quite tired. I made my nest on the metal benches, my bag as my pillow as it always has been. I wore my eye mask and ear plugs from Janelle, always a lifesaver.Read more