Zendagi Migzara

The smaller group leaving for Lombok with our aircraft in the background! Ok, so the group has given me a lot of feedback about how conveniently I am eliminating all my quirks from the posts and all the embarrassing stories about myself. So I'll start off this one, which also happens to be the last post where we would be together as a group, by talking about myself. I am terrible at keeping in touch. Like, terrible. If there is a word worse than terrible, akshay and stuti will use it to define my "keeping in touch" skills. Or any of my other friends as well for that matter. I don't keep my phone with me at all times. When I am at work, it's lying on one corner of my desk by itself, I put it down when I come to work in the morning and i pick it when I leave for the day in the evening. At home, it will be lying in some remote corner, either charging, or (which is the case most times) on silent. So when this trip was being planned, I would sometimes be asked...

Thank you in Bahasa Indonesian is Terima Kasih. Sounds very close to "Teri ma kaisi" and also "Teri ma ki". I can't believe I'm using this language on my blog! But that's exactly what the boys thought about, as soon as they were introduced to the phrase. Boys will be boys. Anyway, we tried being nice and polite and used terima kasih wherever we could with a smile :) I woke up the next morning and checked for water, it was back! Widi and the plumber must have worked hard early in the morning to get stuff done. I walked down to the common room to find Simran sleeping on the sofa with ten thousand mosquito coils around her. As usual, Uttesh was up. That boy, how he does it, I don't know. But I think the AC in his room wasn't working, so maybe it was too hot to sleep anyway. But whatever the reason, he was up 7:30 AM. The aim was leave the house by 10:30 AM. We were travelling to Ubud. Rather, we were driving our scootys all the way to Ubu...