Bali is intense or I am intense... But it is not something I didn't know.

Traveling for a week, yes. Traveling for a couple of weeks, 3 weeks even. Then a month.
Something different happens then, as the hype of the newness and the excitement slows down.

Life is so funny.

People are dreaming of this and I am here, with my only wish to hide in somebody's arms.

I'm eating some fun thick crisps. The fan is loud. A very hot night. The quietness early.

Coming off the trip, is always a part of the trip that isn't as much talked about.