October 16 Miracles happen. I am on the bus to Lovina, I have my scarf and I have a marriage proposal to consider. The night before I left Ubud for Mungwi, I met a young man in the street. He was looking for customers in the rain. Customers who might want to go rafting, be driven somewhere, that kind of thing. Not a rent boy! He was very sweet. I told him I was from Monkey Island, he which is something I do to mess with the locals’ heads. Sometimes they laugh, sometimes they look worried, sometimes they ask if that is in Holland. This one smiled and said his name was Monkey Boy, no Hanuman the monkey god, no Nyoman, and next he’s telling me his life story and how his wife left for someone
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