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Goodbye Bintang

APOLOGIES FOR FORMATTING… For some reason it’s not working in paragraphs..
After leaving the wretched grips of Gili Island we arrive back at our Grandmas Hotel. It was so nice to be home, and it was considerably less erratic than when we left. Meaning that NYE holiday makers had left and only the more fortunate holiday makers had stayed.
KuDeTa had now become lifeless. So we headed to The Legian Pub for some Gazzing. The atmosphere at Garry’s was always more intriguing and interesting that that of anywhere we went. Just Garry alone had the ability to drag you back to the moment.. A few Karaoke songs later and we were back in our room.
Seminyak had become a ghost town and the occurrence of several motorbikes asking if you like “transport” had lessened. But the torrential downpour had increased! It was a solid wet nightmare. There is nothing to do in Bali if it is raining. But to be depressed with the feeling of your tan fading with the raindrops. What a shocker! It bucketed down so much that a simple expedition to the Chemist /Apotek was a drenching affair. What an ending to an amazing trip..
As I could feel the orange Bali tan withdrawing itself from my body. It was this time I took to the beauty salon. Massage and hair colour was on the menu. My biggest concern was walking out with my hair burnt off… I was keeping an eye on the time, and only was allowing the ‘hairdresser’ to dye the underneath of my hair..  Shem came in late in the game, before retiring to his room. We were exhausted from the previous day, but didn’t want to be bound up in our rooms! Another shadowy nightmare within itself.
The temperature had also dropped. We were getting saturated and cold. Lucky my reality TV family, The Kardashians was on. A couple of episodes down the track and I was realising that Kris Humphries is a loser.
By Monday the rain had not ceased. It was still just as torrential. So we decided to head to The Haven to meet up with the boys from Gili.
They had fortunately been sitting at the bar since 11am, between squatting bees and a couple of vodkas. Meeting the boys worked out perfectly for me as I hadn’t wanted to have a panic attack heading down a river in a blow up boat,which meant that Shem could go with Dan. I could go shopping.
We too sat in the bar and watched the rain fall. 12hours later, and a $700 plus bill, Monty fell asleep on the couch. It was a big day, although we were eating and drinking alike kings. Shem and I retired before 12 and headed back to our room. Or should I say ‘Mother fucker drink doggy dog’. This wasn’t without an argument with the Taxi Driver over a measly 1000 Rup, or $1 AUD.
Shem’s insomniac ways had finally reached my patience level, with the TV turning on at 530am. He left for the rafting trip and I was left wide awake contemplating the following days, which at such an early time in the morning there was nothing else to do. By 7am I was ready for cable TV but I wasn’t meeting Tessa till 10am. Nightmare of the awake type.
Upon entering the world outside, the rain had finally ceased. Luckily I could get in some last minute shopping before heading home. And a killer Swarovski crystal pedicure, which ended costing me $58 AUD. I hadn’t anticipated that it was going to cost me anywhere near that amount… Until I got the bill.. Urgh!
I ended up meeting Mike at The Haven for dinner and we sat there contemplating theories for the future. An unlikely dinner date lead us straight into the psyche of human brain. We had established the fundamentals for relationships, the Danger Zone, discovery of one’s inner self, plans for the future, and who should pay the bill. It was nice to sit and chat for no alternate reason than we were both in Bali.
So we sit on the scummy floor of the Denpasar airport. No chairs left and a plane flying out at 23:40am. Lucky I had checked the ticket. I sure as hell didn’t want to be sitting at the airport all night like I had done once before with Nick.
To this I bid farewell to the f
ollowing items:
* Bali rain.
* Bintang bogans- shall I see a Bintang shirt again I will vomit.
* Massages as I can never afford to waste time or money in one again.
* Shem’s insomnia.
* Cigarette smoke by those around me and other thoughtless people.
* Alcohol- I’ve never consumed more than two drinks in my life and I wish not to ever again.
* Skin peel – thanks humidity for that one.
* The rough and crass Australian put on accent. Really it’s embarrassing.
* Bali waiters, they really empathize the ‘wait’ part.
* Street smells and the smell of incense in stores.
* Broken footpaths, with the potential to fall.
So long Bintang world!! Until we meet again!
~Enrichment is a sense of belonging~
~ Mango

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The Culture of the Queue

As we grow older and wiser, the world becomes more complicated. The era of simplicity has given way for the movement of complexity. Life in the 2010’s is by far more expensive and stressful than that of our parents. By the age of 25, we have at least $30,000 in HECS debts; an IPhone, a car loan, rent, insurance for everything including medical, union fees, gym and the rest.

But with the latest generation of children hitting the shops, we are getting more and more accustomed to buying items right on the spot. No Laybys! In fact what are Laybys? We see, we get.

As a 20 something my life is full of ultimate experiences. Whatever and whenever I want to do something I am able. Is this because I am employed to or is this because the 21st century is the era of exploration?

What puzzles me the most is the contrast between the new world and the old. It has inspired me to look at the ‘culture of the queue’. By culture of the queue, I am referring to the world in which we wait.

For centuries people have used queues to establish and fair way of receiving services. Currently we queue for everything, supermarkets, coffee, banks, etc, the line is endless.

What is it about the concept of the queuing culture that sparks my interest? I guess it’s the fact that we assume these lines without thought. It is indeed a learned behavior. Something so deeply routed that we assemble ourselves without a seconds thought.

Infamous queues of the 20th century include; the food queues of the Great Depression, the trenches of both World Wars, Hitler’s concentration camps, the Space Race (if seen as a queue), the Civil Rights Movement (the push for black Americans to make it to the front of the bus), so on and so forth. So take a number to some of the most inhumane events of the past..

If we look into the ethos of the animal kingdom, a queue does not entirely exist. It is without purpose. The queuing system is based upon dominance or age. Heaven forbid the little club walk up the the dominant lion for a nibble on the prize.

So why are humans so content with a queue? It is the polite thing to do. To wait your turn. To wait in line. To wait.

Which brings me to my next point. Waiting. It is singlehandedly the worse part of life. As Samuel Beckett’s infamous play sees the characters Vladimir and Estragon embark on a journey of waiting. In their dialogue they both establish that they are indeed “Waiting for Godot!” And does Godot appear? Well that is the irony of the play, he never appears. It’s ever abundant connection with Christianity can be seen through the text.

So are we waiting to die?

Life is about waiting. Tricky marketing campaigns like Apple build on the wait so much so that people end up waiting six months for a product and then eight hours on the door to get it.

How does this factor into Gen Y, when they have had everything at their finger tips? Gen ‘now’ as more appropriately termed, suffer from the ‘I want, I get’ syndrome, which is only facilitated by the growth of ‘industrial credit cardism’. Which brings me back to my first point, 20 something’s are burdened with debt as soon as they leave the nest.

It is apparent that we live in a world between waiting for something. We are always waiting. We wait in anticipation of waiting. But what has changed is the chance to change the time we wait.