Traveling solo can be a very lonely business, but I found some company for dark Bali nights.
Those of you who know me well, won’t believe who I’ve taken up with.
I’ve never considered myself adventurous when it comes to this sort of thing, but traveling around the world has opened me up quite a bit.
My buddy turned up my first night when I clicked on the light in the bathroom. There he was standing there like she owned the place- a gigantic waterbug the size of my thumb.
In the past I’d freak out waving my hands all around like a lady who caught the spirit in church. But this time I took a rolled up newspaper and bang, slapped the floor next to my multi-legged friend and watched it scurry away.
You can stay, but I’m the boss because I’m the one paying the rent around here was the message I was trying to send.
Since then I’ve noticed I’m hosting a menagerie of wildlife in my room. Last night a lizard decorated my roof, while a battalion of ants dismantled the body of a dead dragonfly on my floor. Tiny little orange insects wander through the clothes like hippies in a thrift shop and every night I manage to turn off the lights and fall asleep.
Every morning I wake up unmolested and refreshed. After rape and dismemberment, insects have been my biggest fear for the last thirty years and just now, in these last few days, my trepidation has been squashed.
What I’ve discovered on this journey, time and again, is that fear and danger are not the same thing. When you confront your fears and come out the other side alive and well, they no longer have power over you.
What fear have you conquered?