After a total of almost 25 hours flying and 2 layovers, I finally made it to Bali!
Thank goodness I chose to be picked up at the airport by my hostel because I really didn’t feel like dealing with the taxis after 33 hours of nonstop traveling.
When I walked into my hostel, I really wasn’t sure what to expect. I know that there will always be other travelers there, but I really didn’t expect the welcome I got.
Every Tuesday and Saturday night Granny’s Hostel hosts a BBQ, and I just so happened to catch the tail end of one.
Groups of travelers filled the outdoor common area of the hostel. Some were playing music others played drinking games.
I was soon invited to join a friendly game of Kings Cup. I really wasn’t planning on drinking more than 1 beer that evening, but hey, how could I turn it down???
I ended up staying up and chatting with new friend until 3am, and soon learned that I am now amongst the nomads.
2 Chilean girls decided to take off and see the world together with no end in sight.
Another girl from Finland has been traveling since last July and is finally ready to head back to Europe.
One of my drinking buddies has a similar story to mine where he left his career in England to find a less stressful life. He might go back, but for now he’s taking it easy and seeing the world.
This is the first time in my life that I don’t have a definitive place to call home. Out of habit I say LA when asked where I’m from, but really I’m not sure if I’ll ever call LA home again. I know I’ll always have a place to stay with my parents in KS, but I don’t know if I can call it home either.
It’s pretty surreal, but I’m happy to be here!