Blogust & Everything After

I guess the first thing I want to tell you about is the the greasy, sleezy characters you meet in Bali. You can't walk around for five minutes without being harassed to buy something....t-shirt....Oakleys....watch...hair extensions. These are some of the products you are offered but the one you hear the most by far is: transport?. Every man around asks you if you need transport somewhere. But to be honest you rarely need transport so it gets really annoying. These things are fairly normal items but at night the freaks come out and the offers start to change. They still open with "transport?" but it goes something like this. "TRANSPORT (loudly)" followed by a quiet "marijuana, hashish, woman, massage?". And we're talking every second guy you meet on the street. You feel dirty by the end of the night just listening to it. After a day of failing at trying to find some XXL swimshorts I decided to turn the tables on these street guys. I had a guy come up to me and say "TAXI? massage, women?" I declined but then I motioned for him to come in close to me and I whispered "xxl swimshorts" at first he didn't catch it so I said it again in a real sleezy voice "xxl swimshorts?" and the funny thing once he understood he looked at me and said "I can, I can". My friend Tyler and I walked away laughing. Good Times....