whats the worst experience you had traveling that taught you a lot but of course you keep traveling?

I guess i start of with one of my worst stories.

I was in Indonesia after already having 8 months of traveling thru south and east asia behind me.

I was traveling with a deaf girl i met in malaysia. She wanted to visit the village of benkala to see if she can help out somehow but found out the problem was the corruption rather than money.

We went to lovina beach after, she was sitting after dinner on the porch of a rather run down, but sadly the only bungalow guesthouse situation that was considerably priced.

suddenly she came in, i was chilling in bed, and she tells me that a guy was trying to drag her down to the beach. As she can't hear, she didn't know what he wanted, and as she can't speak, she couldn't shout for help.

While she gestured i looked the the small window on the left, seeing the silhouette of a head. I hit the glas pretty hard and shouted loudly. I ran out to door to see a skinny local running down to the beach.

Some time later i sad outside, to smoke a cigarette and had a beer. The australian neighbor asked me to join him at his porch, as his wife was sleeping and we had a pretty nice time.

My travelmate sat at our porch again, the local guy suddenly appeared again went straight to the porch obviously not seeing me and oz guy and started pulling her off the porch. He was saying stuff like 'come to the beach now'. The girls expression was filled with fear and we could see a few other man in the shadows by the beach coming closer.

I looked at the ozzy guy and within seconds jumped over the porch. That 2 meter tall bloke, built like a bull seemed to fly over there, grapping the rather small local guy and dragging him off our porch.

I walked towards the other men telling them to leave. They didn't move for some time but turned away eventually making disappointed noices.

We dragged the local guy to the police station afterwards and told them what he did.

The day after we were leaving to java, just to see him happily on the streets.

During the overnight bus to java, reaching a village under mount bromo, we explicitly asked to be left at the busstation but we two and a polish guy got kicked out in front of a travel agency who offered the sunrise trekking to mount bromo. We of course didn't want that but kept being bothered by the travel agency people.

The girl suddenly looked for something inside her bag and found, that she got her phone, camera and 1 million IDR stolen. We became friends with the polish guy.

Arriving at the village next to mount bromo we looked for a place to stay, but only could find a run down one. The next day i was rather tired, so the other two went for lunch. While i was asleep i woke up because of some noises, to find a man halfly in my room. It was the ownerz trying to climb into the window. He wasn't expecting me to be there and was pretty shocked to see me.

Some days later we went to Yogyakarta. During that local bus trip the polish guy got his camera bag stolen with the camera.

We became pretty upset because of all that bad stuff happening. A day or two later, having actually a wonderful time exploring the city, we went to the mall to get a new digital camera for the deaf girl.

In that mall, we directly went to the tech shop and while negotiating the over priced camera, something fell down from above.

Everybody went to look: a woman jumped down the upper floor and hit two people. We later found out that it was her husband and son. Our host explained us that these suicides happen rather often because of the woman being suppressed so much. The woman probably wanted to kill the husband out of hate and the son out of fear to grow up without parents.

well. two weeks have passed in indonesia, and well it was pretty intense.

(i want to add that i went back two years later and had the complete opposite experience. but yeah, that's what happened at my first visit.)

Submitted March 19, 2020 at 08:27PM by rakahr11 https://ift.tt/3a82SUn