A crack on the blue wall in front of me transformed into the mouth of a giant Manta Ray, which began gliding slowly towards me with wavy sea-wings. On the algae-stained concrete below, monkeys were doing a dance. I once saw an entire Roman artwork on a dirty brown wall – with an amazing colosseum, gladiators, and onlookers eating bread and cheering. I wish I could draw and paint.
I took the magic mushrooms from a guy around the corner from my homestay, who gets high off his own supply. I’ve been a bit skeptical about all the fantastic fungi on offer – wondering how magical they might actually be, but my little cup of blended greens, which looked like dish soap, took me on a wondrous journey!
Music of my choosing was in order. I was searching for a song by an Italian singer on my laptop while on my bed, but couldn’t remember the name. What did come up was a 15-year-old Italian girl who has no stomach and gets fed by a tube, but can she BELT it out with her little lungs!
I closed my eyes as she sang, and saw squid-like tentacles slowly reaching out to grab onto things. They then retracted, and I was floating on colourful elephant trunks. I then changed the channel to music by our African friends. A Madagascan boys choir sings a beautiful song which has a word in it that sounds like “banana”. In my head, I saw friendly Venus Flytraps that turned into bananas. What is more real, is being able to see the moisture in the air. If you turn on a fan, you can see it move around.
When things began to stop dancing, I decided to be brave and go for a walk. I had the best idea to wear my noise-cancelling headphones playing happy music from my bluetoothed phone. It was amazing to simply observe everyone and everything around me while in my own little world.
I took a seat at the quiet end of a bar while watching drunk people going nuts to a rock band. People were totally bungalowed, and I think I could tell which of the teeth-grinders were on drugs. People were grabbing bums and kissing whoever was nearest to them. One guy was exhibiting very rapey behaviour – basically dry-humping this poor girl on the dancefloor. I moved on after seeing that.
I headed to the beach to decompress. A group of 4 locals, a Norwegian and a Spaniard, were nearby. They welcomed me into their circle with open arms and handshakes. The Norwegian dude was some sort of military commando! The Spaniard was too off his tits to say anything interesting. They were both wearing beaded bras.
Good fun that was with no regrets whatsoever. I had considered how phenomenal a daytime snorkel would be while on a shroom trip, but I’m not the same risk-taker that I was in my 20s. Probably a good thing ✌🏽
Next: Indonesia #11 – Farewell Gili T
Previously: Indonesia #9 – No Woman No Cry
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