Today my wife is angry at me. I am not sure exactly why. It could be any number of thingsbut must remain a mystery until she decides to speak again. She has refused to speak since about 2 in the morningthis now being 9:22 a.m. the next day. If she has a questionrequestor demandshe communicates through Sasha. I in turn have decided not to eat until she speaks. We are a childish coupleyou see. This tactic so far has had no effect on her silencealthough it has made me very hungry.
I think we are to move out of our hotel todaybut of course I don't know so for sure. Perhaps the move will be accomplished while I am out shoppingand I will find myself suddenly in the role of a street personlugging my laptop up and down the beachrummaging through garbage cansbumming cigarettes. The big Kahuna.
It's another new life.
Yesterday Sasha and I walked down to Sanur beach and waded about. It's a rocky sort of beach with very shallow water3 feet at mostwhich made swimming quite the challenge. I had funbut Sasha hated the place with a passion and insists he will never again set foot thereon.
Bought the wide brimmed hat I have been coveting and got a bollocking (Victor-the-Brit speak for cussing out) for spending 250 thousand rupiah on the samebut I like it nonetheless and my head is enjoying its presence immensely.
My body soaks up Bali like a perfumed balmfrankincense and myrrh. The jar of sweet oil is broken and lavished upon my feeta treasure which might have fed the poorand the purse is emptied--not 30 pieces but 30 million. I feel the guilt of extravagancethe guilt of moneythe guilt of white skinthe guilt of all the riches of the Western World.
The taxi cab driver hales from the streethe tries to drive alongsideoblivious to the horns of the scooters and cars--TaxiMister--Where you need--Taxi yaMistercheapcheap. Another man wants to rent out his motorcycleCheapmurahyou enjoy. What do I need? Anythingeverything--a shirta massagea beera mangoa cara bikea chickena belt bucklea statuean authentic god of Bali. What do I need? They have itthey have it. Dan murah jugamurah sekali.
Everything is moneymoney is all--we must survive in order to struggle through another dayand sleep the lush nights dry.