🏍️ I Didn’t Come to Bali to Play Small
I started in Sri Lanka thinking,“How hard can a motorbike be?” Hard enough that the owner ran after meand confiscated it 200 meters later. Cue ego death. So I come to Bali. Get a lesson. Go over two tree trunks. Straight into a wall. No pain. Just humility. So I decide: Back of the bike is safer. Today? Different story. I jump on the back in Seminyak traffic. Instant download: “This man needs to blow up his tires.” Halfway through? We skid. He’s mounting pavements. Cutting across traffic. No helmet. Chaos everywhere. I’m literally thinking: “Well. This is it. Pearly gates incoming.” And then I asked myself: Would you rather be terrified and alive… or comfortable and half-asleep back home in a beige office? Something in me unclenched. I relaxed. And I enjoyed the ride. If I’m sliding into the afterlife, I want to be yelling: “What a feckin’ ride. Hell yes.” That’s GOOSIFIED Level 6 yeah baby! 57 yr young granny signing off 😂