Hohoho, I’ve done enough holidaying for a year and yet there's still more to come.
This was one of my more spontaneous trips. Okay, 2 weeks in advance isn’t that crazy, but when the news was broken to me, I fell into a state of panic. My chemistry test was on the first day back to school and I was arriving home the night before. Call me a goody-two-shoes, but I completely refused to go. The worth of a good score exceeds that of a free holiday (tickets completely paid for by my grand uncle - real MVP) to meet fam and live in luxury for 2 weeks. No! I was not having it. I could not afford to fail school. But against my own free will, my dad decided to punish my overbearing selfishness and drag me to Indonesia. First was Bali, of course. Okay, to be quite frank travelling with family can sometimes be the worst because there are SO many conflicting interests. Seriously dad, I’m not built to refrain from drinking fresh juice and enjoy 100USD seafood that taste like cardboard. Sadly, that pretty much sums up the whole of Bali. No nice drinks and eating expensive tourist food (some of it was okay, but it was pretty much all the same in all the tourist areas). I mean, I had my first j.co donuts so that made up for it. Actually I had about 10 and slept like a baby every night. YIS! Also, I manage to scatter some study throughout my entire stay (booyah)
