android gingerbread

Test your reaction times with my new Android app - Dotty.
Chase the dot with your finger as it moves around the screen.
Try to get the lowest time possible.

Version 2 contains:

> Clear best times
> Difficulty levels

Have fun :)

Turned out I was quite sick for 10 days - with fever and vomiting, leaving me feeling half dead. I toughed out 3 days of the fever in my hotel before realising i was getting too weak to go downstairs to buy water and ended up spending a week in the hospital on a drip (and some occasional oxygen). The major diseases came back negative - malaria, typhoid, dengue fever. The doctors say i have bronchitis, but they think the bronchitis is a secondary infection rather than the main cause of my fever.

Anyway - I gave up on my adventuring for a while and have come back to adelaide to recover at my parents place.

It's a cruel world out there for a nice guy like me.

Urrrghhh - why was the human body designed to feel so much pain? 4am, lying on the toliet floor in my own vommit too weak to get up even to go to the toilet (yes, i pissed on the floor), sweating like mad, too nauseous to drink any water (it just came straight back up), i felt an all pervasive sense of wrongness.
Gathering my strength over then next hour with the assistance of 2 panadols, i manged to make it down the 2 flights of stairs to tell my hotel staff i needed a hospital. They took me too a local doctor by motorbike by which stage i was having some real trouble just holding on. Sitting in the waiting room chair felt not dissimilar to running a marathon. The (young and cute) doctor prescribed some anti-nausea medication which over then next few hours did little to help me get much water down, so i ended up going to a denpasar hospital expecting the worst. It turned out to be better than the hospitals i have visited in Australia - probably due to the fact most indonesians cant afford it ($1000 for my stay), thereby keeping patient numbers down. The treatment was first class - blood tests including tests for malaria, dengue fever, a drip, stronger anti-nausea medications, not to mention tv, aircon, spa-bath, cute nurses (not that i made use of any of these). I was even hooked up to a heart-rate monitor with 3 pads on my chest.
According to the doctors i was moderately dehydrated and ended up replacing about 1-1.5L. The fever went away after 24hrs and I have to go back every 12 hours for the malaria tests (6 total). All tests so far for malaria have been negative, indicating it might just be some infection. To me this episode seemed similar to my experience in Lombok - which could mean i have picked up something, but considering how i felt 24 hours ago i feel amazing right now, in an exhausted, but painless kind of way.

Still bumming around Kuta and feeling guilty for being so unadventurous.
Anyway - here are a few more pics over the last week or so.

My surfing buddies from the last week - Mikey (UK) and Antwoine (Frenchie)
btw - do you like my new board shorts?


Sunset at the beach with Eka and Antwoine


Antwoine socialising with some girls on the beach


If only they were a little older...


The sweedish chicks - Lisa and Ida


Did I mention how cool i am?


Mikey showing off some leg.

Let me start by showing you my Lombok (Mataram) losmen bathroom (before use).
Note severed shower nozzle on cold water only shower.



In all fairness, this was not my first impression of Lombok but rather my last.

It dawned on me as I entered my 30th year that I was beginning to loose my sadomacochist travel zeal, especially after sporting a fever for 48 hours. So resigning myself to the path of least resistance, I caught the 'Back to Bali' boat.

In retropect Lombok was ok.

As most tourists do, I headed straight for the Gili Islands - which translated means Island Islands, not to emphasise that they really are islands, so much as that they really are the only island group off Lombok which tourists go to, leaving the rest of Lombok to the natives.

On outset to Lombok my demeanor was somewhat optimistic on the boat over... although this could have been attributed to having almost completed the 13 hour journey after passively smoking clove cigarettes the whole way.



Once in the Gilis I managed to witness the final gasps of a marlin the size of a dolphin





Here is a donkey - no cars, motorbikes or police allowed on the island... plenty of drugs though.



I'm sure I would have enjoyed Lombok in general much more had I been more ruggedly constitutional, but I'm not here to expand my horizons, but rather attempt to ignore some persistant problems, such as work, relationships and a determinedly unconstitutional body, which is where my rapidly growing 'Recently Read Books' post comes in, albeit a pale substitute for warcrack.

So anyway, now I'm back in the relative comfort of Kuta, Bali, with my comfortable but somewhat unconventional architecturly designed losmen.



And my leagues of adorning javanese tourists who insisted on snapping hundreds of shots on their 80ish looking film-wound cameras.



and a final shot of kuta beach and the truckloads of tourists.



Anyway - please send all belated birthday presents to my parents address in Adelaide.

Btw - I have a new neice as of a few hours ago...

Here are a few pics of Kuta Beach where I have been going every day for the last week or so...playing chess, surfing, eating.