Raw Tribal Bike Accident at Canggu Bali · 🇮🇩 Skool IRL: Bali

Raw Tribal Bike Accident at Canggu Bali

I lived years in one single night. What an experience!!!

I decided yesterday (technically even though I’m writing on the 15th of July’s journal it’s already the 16th) to go to Tribal, a co-working space complex and hostal where digital nomad’s from all over the world come to network and work online. I had seen so many YouTube videos of really famous YouTubers like Hamza himself recording from there and I could not wait another day before going there… it was my mission, I had to meet up with my people. So I set the goal and now I was a man in a mission. I rented a scooter (for only 4 dollars per day… truly wild!) I looked up the address on Google Maps and started my journey there. Despite my little experience riding a motorcycle I knew I couldn’t allow fear stop me, I chose to be brave and what a great choice that was… it gave me an amazing story to tell and confirmed the wisdom I have developed.

I jumped on my scooter and started my trip. It was a less than 20 minutes ride if I remember correctly from my villa to Tribal. On my way I felt fear, I’m not going to lie, and while the thoughts of my mother telling me not to rent a scooter here and warning me about all those terrible accidents that happen on Bali… I effectively had my own. I came across a street road that was more gravel than actually street and tried to hit the break and even though I wasn’t speeding (my mistake, I learnt later on was to hit the break on the gravel which made the bike drift) I ended up having an accident. The bike drifted like crazy, I lost control of it and I ended up being dragged through the irregular hard ground of the road. My best Turkish cotton black shirt and my favorite pants ended up with massive holes and torn down by the friction. Almost immediately I stood up, not paying attention at the damage on my skin and the heavy blows my rights knee and elbow had taken and I just picked up the bike as well and kept riding towards my destination. Fear of the damage wasn’t even allowed to sink in and the pain was so fresh I could almost taste still the adrenaline running through my veins. I started to feel really dizzy and my vision got progressively blurrier and blurrier. I realized pretty soon that I would crash if I kept going. I was feeling extremely lightheaded and cold sweat and blood were dripping from me like water from a summer spring high up in the mountains. I had no choice but to stop. I sat down on a ledge sticking out of one of the stores near the sidewalk (if you can call it that, there’s no real sidewalks in abundance in Bali if you have ever been there or seen any pictures of the streets) with my white helmet on my hands and I could feel my head spinning and my vision getting darker and darker. Soon I understood I was about to faint. I knew I had nobody but my landlord to call. But I did not call him. I didn’t call anyone. I knew if I fainted there and closed my eyes I could wake up without a bike or a wallet easily. And even if it wasn’t so… what kind of man would faint after an accident? A normal man. But that’s not what I am, aren’t I?

I stood up. The pain was at its height and my head was spinning but I came pretty quickly to a decision. I thought about calling a taxi and going back home, coming later with my landlord and fetching the bike and all that stuff maybe, I had saved a screenshot of the street I was and I could easily do that. That’s what any sensible man would have done, right? Any regular man would have turned back. But a voice screamed in my head “You’ve got a mission! The mission comes first!” And I realized even if I wanted to… I could never do that after knowing what I know and having transformed into the man I am. So I made up my mind in a matter of microseconds changed the method of journey on my Google maps app to walking. It was still 13 minutes away or so. Even if it had been hours away I would still have walked. After a couple of minutes walking it was like if the universe were already rewarding me for choosing bravery and commitment over fear and cowardice. My dizziness went away. I did not faint, I started feeling how my strength was coming back. I kept thinking “I’m a young strong man in military age, if I can’t survive this… nobody can! I’m the strongest specimen on planet earth! Who else but me!? Imagine how epic the story will be!”. I kept walking and as the pain kept reaching new heights all I could think was “Pain is just an indicator of damage. Just like in a video-game. I can choose to ignore it and even more importantly… not react to it. If I do not react to the pain… does it really exists? It does but it’s almost like if it didn’t. I felt so powerful! An amazing feeling of invincibility rushed through my veins and I could feel like the protagonist of an action movie. I was living ny movie. My personal legend. And oh boy, epic it was!!! People looking at me amazed in the streets. Dripping blood with my elegant shirt torn to pieces, my golden invicta watch gifted to me by my father, my collection of 4 rings on my right hand and 1, the one with the “Padre Nuestro” and the cross on the other, placed on the index finger and my neckless of black leather and a bronze 1700s French rapier scale reproduction with the flor de lis ⚜️hanging from my heavy neck. I kept moving. Each step felt like a massive victory and I was grateful for them all, inspired by myself and the power I was putting into action. I arrived at Tribal. Blood dripping on the floor and I quickly became a sensation. Nobody noticed at the beginning. I was there and everyone was on their laptops, focused, busy. It wasn’t until I started talking to a group of young entrepreneurs from Spain that someone realized I was bleeding while I was casually talking to them like if nothing happened. They were amazed. They were also concerned. They insisted me to clean up the wounds and it actually made a lot if sense. I couldn’t come by alcohol and sadly on Tribal they didn’t have a first aid kit but I just used water, soap and some napkins and that was it. Like Wolverine himself on that bullet train on Japan.

I had to remove my shirt and I realized just how good I looked. I looked like a super-hero! The muscles. The blood! The style! I was a god there that night!!! I met a lot of cool people, digital nomads and young entrepreneurs. We talked business, self-improvement and we even played chess by the end of the night. I remember thinking about asking the guys from Spain to give me a ride to my bike when they were leaving early but I decided not to force anything or ask for anything. I could go back walking even though I thought about asking for a taxi. I ordered something to eat, a beef patty but cooked with butter instead of with seed oils and they complied. I was positively surprised.

11:18 Wait a second! I just had a dejavú about writing this while looking at girl I took as my lover yesterday sitting at the hammock editing her own video (she’s a Turkish YouTuber and my roommate here at this villa). Anyways… we’ll get to that in a moment. I’m sorry to ruin the surprise. Yes, yesterday I picked up my roommate and started a romance with her.

Back at Tribal I became friends with a really cool guy from Serbia called Nicola. The guy is jacked! Clearly a strong solid mindset. A growth mindset. Making money online. Living the digital nomad’s lifestyle. Into self-improvement. Reading. The gym. Online business. He might even meditate as well for all I know. 2400 ELO on chess. He approached me curious because I had mentioned one of my first potential destinations when I decided becoming a digital nomad was Serbia and obviously because he was curious as fuck to know why this jacked cool looking guy, Andrew Tate’s style was shirtless and bleeding all over the place. We got talking about business, self-improvement, nationalities and travels. He knew very well Cuba was in shambles and that it was rare for a Cuban to be traveling the world like me. He mentioned he loved chess and that he had even almost went pro and he had participated on some tournaments and we decided to play. He one the first game and after that I won two or three and demolished him until another guy from Morocco asked to have a go with me. That one didn’t even win one match with me. Lost 3 times in a row and after giving a bunch of excuses like any none self-aware and self-conscious arrogant NPC would do ended up accepting his demolishing defeat. My ego had been so fucking inflated that night that I didn’t just felt like if the world were mine and I could do anything successfully but I actually knew that to be a fact set in stone. I also had a call with Andrea, my very first coaching client from Italy turned into not just a friend but a true brother. Nicola offered himself, without me even asking, to give me a ride to my bike. It was already pretty late all the lights were being turned off at Tribal. He took me to my bike, we exchanged contacts and parted ways. A truly outstanding young man. My respects and admiration go to him and his noble character. I debated in my mind (though not for long) if to ask a taxi back to my villa instead of riding the bike back. I knew such suggestion was born out of fear and I have developed this relentless mindset to overcome all fears that invade me and improve indefatigably my character forging bravery and the heroic spirit at every step of the way… and so I did. I got on my bike and despite the fear and came back home. Safely this time. The repair of the bike I found out the next morning was very expensive for my current precarious situation (I got less than 20$ on me, and I’m waiting on my next upcoming payment of 500$ to get me through at least half of this month in Bali, so I’m literally barely surviving right now, but still making it somehow by the grace of the universe that seems to conspire on my favor and when it plots it’s only to give me an epic story to live, that’s why I keep my vibrational state and unbreakable faith high).

When I came back home I was on top of the world as you know well by now. I had struggled and not just survived and accomplished my mission but I had actually thrived and like Andrew Tate taught me… I sought to feel proud of myself instead of just feeling “happy” and end up doing dopaministic shit. As a matter if fact, even though there was alcohol at that place I didn’t drink any. It’s just not who I am anymore.

And what happened then? I came home but that was not the end of the story. My roommate (who I was starting to suspect had a crush on me since I had taught her stylist friend how to meditate and she had seen me shirtless working out in the sun) saw me covered in blood and shirtless once again arriving at night and surprised and sort of concerned asked me what happened. I casually responded “Oh, I had an accident on the bike on my way to Tribal.” She, astonished by my casual response asked “Doesn’t it hurt?” And I said “Yes, of course, but what’s the point on reacting to pain and fear with complaints? Pain is unavoidable in this life but suffering is a choice. It would only make it worse. Pain is just an indicator of damage. Indicators can be ignored if it’s necessary.” She called me a true stoic in admiration and we sat down in the dark to listen to some music and smoke a couple of cigarettes. I felt fear of rejection when the idea of asking her to dance with me came to my mind. And you know what we do when fear shows up at our door, right, bro? That’s right! Means it’s time to act! Another glorious opportunity to be brave!!! What a blessing!!!! So I did… and life it’s truly at the other side of fear.

She was reluctant at first and said she didn’t know how to dance. I explained her that the whole point of it was pretending like you knew and just moving with the rhythm. It’s an art. It’s impossible to feel art through rules and regulations… you’ve got to experience it. You’ve got to live it. And so we did.

We danced under the stairs on our little cabin on some lost part of the South Asian East that my father seems to think it’s Vietnam each time we jump on a call 😂.

I showed her the YT video I had recorded at Tribal, shirtless and bleeding, a testament to the power of bravery, determination, muscles and blood. A true hero on the making’s testament! I’m truly building my legend here. And this is just the beginning. Trust me!

She watched the video as I was watching her’s (the one she recorded during the day, an event that apparently was going on here, an oxen’s chariot race, pretty wild stuff). She said “You look so sexy in here!” And I thought “Fuck! I got to do something about this. I cannot let this opportunity slip away. This cute girl from Turkey, a YouTuber, here in Bali… and she fancies me!!! I mean… there’s nothing to think about! I got to kiss her!

After our passionate dance that we both enjoyed throughly I thought… I got to go for the kiss now or I’ll miss my chance. It’s now or never! I even visualize it on my mind. I’ll stand up, take the cigarette from her hand, have a puff, put it away and lean on into her hammock and kiss her. Exactly what I did as soon as I caught myself fearing it and starting to overthink it. She said no and after I stole her the first kiss. So I stole her the second one. She said no again. I stole her a third one. No? A forth one. No? A kiss on her neck. No? Another stolen one… each no meant yes. And she couldn’t pretend anymore and let herself go losing herself completely on my boundless sea of passion. My love had penetrated the veil of rejection and the spear of destiny went through all objections until she surrendered her love to me like a flower blossoming on spring, awaken to the wonders of the undeniable sun. She kissed me with so much passion I was even surprised myself after that. That Johnny Depp movie, Don Juan DeMarco, that I had rewatched recently the night before I departed Malasia was manifesting into my life at that precise moment. And I was indeed The Greatest Lover the world has known that night. The stars shined blue and green in the sky of Bali as they watched the spectacle of two mortals lost in earthly passion and lust.

We got carried away at the balcony and then I stood up from my chair while we were kissing passionately there, she was on top of me, so I carried her like in the movies and took her in my arms to my room. She said she doesn’t do “one night-stands” as we were there, laying in bed kissing. I told her quoting Mäneskin “It’s not a one night-stand if it turns into two.” She laughed and we disappeared into the shadows of the night and the rest… only she and I can tell to each other. I have revealed more than enough and I fear my honor as a gentleman is at steak with such a detailed description of the experience. There are certain things we should keep for our souls and treasure as the beautiful but intimately private memories they are. She slept on my bed while I worked all night editing my YouTube videos, doing calls and networking online.

I had never felt this proud of myself or this powerful in my life.

Facing your fears relentless and with complete and utter indefatigability is one of the most powerful endeavors a man can engage in. Especially when he’s still young and vigorous but there’s truly no excuses for ever giving up on such a transformative habit that turns mere mortals into unforgettable legends.

Remember…

Delusion backed up just by words it’s just delusion but delusion backed up by relentless action… that’s called faith, brother. Duty, Honor and Pride!

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