Well, I'm back

First of all. That quadpost made me look like a retard. I apologise (for making me appear to be less of a retard then I actually am). Freaking error messages.

Well... Nothing like a geography field trip to spice up a school holiday. Came back yesterday with not much worth mentioning or buying, save for this interesting thing called, and I quote the menu, a black bitch. If you happen to stumble across this post due to those particular keywords, you probably aren't in the right place.

See, you'd expect some badass thing, right? Plus it's a cocktail. A cocktail named a BLACK BITCH. I mean. Dood.

THEN YOU REALISE IT ISN'T ALCOHOLIC.

OR BLACK.

IT'S FREAKING MINT AND APPLES IN SPRITE.

HOW DOES THIS DRINK DESERVE THAT NAME.

It should be like. Uh. Mosh. For the want of a better word with connotations to a certain... person.
-Very Bad In-joke

Ok. On to stuff that you should be thinking about. So. Does tourism do more good or bad to a country? (Cite relevant examples you have studied. Sorry, couldn't resist.) Looking at the row upon row of branded surf shops, suffering from the McDonald syndrome of spawning every 10 meters, has given birth to the associated hip-hop/techno/trance/skater/surfer/BADSTREETKULTURE (that has subsequntly rotted away the very core of my being). And thus, Kuta, Bali, feels like AUSTRALIA. Or something. And that is, uh. Good? And, following closely behind: globalisation, etc, etc. I won't bore you with the details. But I will say I don't mind bumming out everyday with a six-pack (in every sense of the word) on the beach renting out surfboards to foreign visitors to my sunny island(-city? Meh. If only this place had decent beaches).

Still, it's a big contrast to the rest of Indonesia.

And. I intend to upload more nice photos I took in Bali. Heh.