Joints and Jesus jabbering...

Airports for me represent pretty much everything that I am not. So many rules, times, so much rush and the worst of all in Bali's international the authoritarian Asian element is super strong!  You would think I was smuggling heroin when they found a tub of glitter in my bag...

Thankfully in my experiene over the past 2 months Bali itself is quite the opposite. Ok so they will practically chop your head off for having a joint but forgetting that, Bali and its people have been amazing to me! 

As ever when writing its so hard to put it all into words but it was on this island I really started to form a few solid ideas about the world and my future in it. Bali is the sort of place in which you can find almost any journey. There's lots of party and I did that lots but its not called the island of the gods for no reason. Unfortunately for my granny, mum and a few more of the religious lot around me I didn't find Jesus. I didnt on the other hand convert to Islam, find the divine mother or Buddha. What I did find was an increasingly strong belief in the power of the universe and pure love. 

I know I sound like a hippy but apparently I am now one big walking cliche and I'm loving it! 

Thank you to all my friends at home and around the world but most of all thank you to the very special guys on Bali. The guys at Indosole, Ellie, Elle, Mead, Em,  Mara, Justin and so many more!

I will be eternally grateful and I will be back!

To Thailand...