Bali

Bali Trip
Well this place was as hot as the sun, but the humidity was outrageous you would go outside you room and you would feel heavy like you were carrying someone everything got heavy and sticky, similar to a lollipop but is was wet, water running down you slowly and softly. This picture was with the National Balinese Police Force or for short MP (military Police).But all I know was they had these massive guns stuck hard up against their body, held up there with brut force. Which didn’t matter what they were called, you didn’t look at them and they didn’t look at you. Because these 100 tonne metal weights were locked and loaded, I’m sure they weren’t with paint ball bullets. But the air around me was as dirty muggy thick, close to feeling claustrophobic or someone breathing down on you. The streets turned into markets with vibrant colours with the clothes for sale and the ladies grabbing you with full force, like your being sucked into a rip on a beach and there’s no way out.