A bit of a disaster....

It started with those useless cookers in the hostel. A place could get shut down for them, just for the safety of normal people, so god help all the poor idiots like me with no coordination, severe difficulties with perception and no damn common sense. Of course I ended up burning myself. It was inevitable. And it hurt. Really hurt. So much that after the initial thirty seconds of shock, I broke out into a sweat, an intense heat overcame me and my vision became that of a barely-able-to-stand drunk. I managed to stagger to the toilet before completely blacking out, collapsed into a heap on the floor and poured the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl. THAT is how much it hurt.

And that was a sign of things to come. Despite the fact that it lost me the use of one hand and caused a ridiculous (and literally sickening) amount of pain, this was not my really problem of the day. My bank balance was. Five pounds. Five measly pounds. Not even enough to get out the cash point! Certainly not enough to pay for my visa into Indonesia (which I needed that day) or my hotel.

So there I was, sitting at the airport in Darwin, thoroughly expecting to be deported from Bali before I'd even made it out the airport. It was really quite typical of me to be in this situation, and a serious flaw that I need to work on. On this occasion however, it happened that money does grow on trees after all....

However, I still showed all signs that things were dire, when after eating the airplane meal I found myself contently thinking: "Wow, that was delicious! Best food I've eaten in ages!" and scraping up every last crumb.