Old Man’s + Pretty Poison = Terrible Hangover.
But eh. You are travelling, you are still young and you have a new mate. So you wake up, drink a lot of water and you shake the fog around to feel better and do something with your life. Actually, you don’t shake it too much, your liver will never forgive you too much energy right now.

Being in this big dirty hangover make me realise two things: I will never drink anymore in my life and I did a big mistake last night that my stomach was not happy about. When in another country, you decide to test this new water brand, be absolutely sure that it’s actually water. The worst thing ever with this heat is to be dehydrated and man, that can happen quick. You need your two litters of Mountain water everywhere you go if you don’t want to suffocate and die because your tongue became all dry and sandy.

  

I asked the lady at the shop if this water was special or if it was a normal one. She nodded. I should have be more suspicious as a nod in South East Asia doesn’t mean anything. But I liked the label so I took it with me.

When I open the caps this morning, the taste of this terrible sweet and sour energy water made me spit everything out (sorry about that to my roommates by the way!) and regret that I have been a child of the capitalism consumerism marketing world. No, a nice label saying “pure water” is not what you need for a morning after a drinking night. You need Vittel.

Anyway. I had scheduled a breakfast with Sashi at Old Man’s 10 minutes later. She kindly proposed me to drive me to Thana Lot, a famous Hindu temple on a rock in the sea. I jumped into a maxi skirt, comfy and covering my legs (ok, that was all I had left kind of clean. Laundry in Indonesia is sooooo expensive) and here we are, eating a maxi breakfast in front of the sea followed by a Bali kopi.

The Bali Kopi is grinded coffee and water in a cup. If you want to drink it, you should consider eating the grinded coffee or really carefully sipping it. That is not comfortable but it’s traditional and cheap.

What I didn’t know, is that Sashi had a tinder morning date scheduled and the lady was here.
Tinder in Bali was also used for meeting new friends. Not so much in the backpacker world, more in the expats and locals area.

Marielle was freshly arriving in Bali and was in quest of new friends. She was working freelance here, because you could work in a grey desk in Paris, or on the beach in Bali. What would you choose?

She was French, she was cool, she was funny. You don’t realise you will miss the company of a compatriot until you meet a girl like Marielle. Plus she was a real girl. She was taking care of her nails but she was surfing, doing yoga, was drinking a lot of beer and didn’t give a f… About futilities. A real girl I tell you. The kind of you want to spend a lot of time with. The kind of which is not afraid to have a good laugh about poop jokes. The kind of you can call whenever and ask to use her private rented studio to use your hair remover in peace.

Don’t get me wrong, I also like girly girls and I think everybody should be the way they want to be in life. It’s hard already to accept who you are and know who you are to be bothered by judgy people. I am always amazed by the diversity and the colorful range of characters that I meet everyday. But I prefer to hang out with girls like Marielle.

The three of us went to Tanah Lot, this amazing Hindu temple build on the XV century, on a rock in the sea. I was expecting a less touristic place but the Temple dedicated for the adoration of the Sea God (Kind of Triton in the little mermaid you know…) was too beautiful and unique to be let without entries fees and small souvenirs shops.

The legend said that a prince and a princess were in love and prepared their wedding in Bali but the prince decided to break the promise and ran away. Sad AF, the princess put spell on Tanah Lot. If you are in a couple and want to admire the temple at sunset, I suggest you to do so by yourself and not with your dulciné. It is said that the malediction will make you break up before six month. Ouch!