Dec 3, 2020

Red Clots of Sihr



When I was a kid, I used to read Mastika magazines that my family bought every month. I remembered there was a huge collection of Mastika in our library, kept in a closed section and tucked away at the bottom of the shelves. I didn’t just read the main story but all the articles in it. The scariest ones are always about the tortured deceased from the graves, the horrifying mutilations that happened to the sinners, the ghosts that prey on poor villagers, and also mystique tales of the pilgrims doing Hajj in Mekah.


It was a thralling experience, absorbing those stories. I came to learn that there are such things as witchcraft or black magic being practiced here in Malaysia. From movies and books I know pretty much these things exist in every culture around the world. Like Malaysia, our neighbouring countries like Thailand and Indonesia also have numerous pockets of communities who dwells deep in witchcraft.


In Islam, witchcraft or black magic (really, is there such thing as white magic?) is called sihr. I learnt in primary religious school as early as 7 years old that sihr is forbidden to be learnt and practiced. Sihr is even mentioned in the Quran (al-Baqarah, verse 102-103), meaning that it does exist. It’s not made up. But it is a haraam thing and should be avoided.





As I grow up and become a doctor, I become very skeptical about vague symptoms that the patients used when describing their ailment. It’s always about “angin” (wind) that strikes me off. Angin from the stomach can easily be interpreted as gassy abdomen, but some people use angin to describe abdominal pain as well. Angin in the muscles could be musculosketal pain or soft tissue injury in origin, angin in the head could be from migraine to vertigo. I usually became more bewilded and exasperated when the patient told me their angin moves from stomach to the arms, then to the back of their neck and up to the head. However, there are more established uses of the word angin in prescribing medical condition such as angin pasang (hernia) and angin ahmar (stroke).


It goes up to the point that I do believe sihr exists, but I don’t believe its manifestations upon the human body. It’s always science, science, science to me. Anything that seems “unnatural” as claimed by people is just unexplained and undiscovered logical science behind it that we simply don’t have enough information yet. As the saying goes, “Magic is just undiscovered science”. I doubt these alternative treatments that the patients went to. “It’s bogus, it’s a sham!” I curse to myself often. I struggled to understand how these people forsake modern medicine and cling on to shamans and religious treatment centres to treat their symptoms that us doctors can interpret, sometimes, as very obvious like a broken femur, hyperthyroidism, bipolar disorders, or cancer - until I saw this patient who came to the health clinic with sudden bouts of blood clots from her throat. 


It’s not coughing up blood nor blood vomitus. She didn’t have any cough or abdominal pain. The sudden sensation in her throat made her to expel blood with clots non-stop. It happened quite alarming one night, without any prior warning, when she was getting ready for bed. Before this she was fit as a fiddle. There is no constitutional symptoms, no coffee-stained vomitus or blackish stool, no loss of weight or appetite, nothing. The next day she straight came to the clinic and I attend to her at the ILI counter outside the facility because we have to always rule out tuberculosis (TB) first.


I was in my makeshift room that afternoon, doing my managerial work (I seldom see patients nowadays, woe is me) when my MA knocked my door and asked me to see this blood-coughing lady. After donning the PPEs required (FACE SHIELD! MASK! GLOVES! APRON!), I went outside to see a 50+ years old lady, holding a plastic bag in her hands. Every half a minute or so she spitted out into the plastic bag crimson clots that later I determined to be blood. 


The first thing she asked me, as soon as she mentioned that she is spitting? coughing out blood? is whether she has witchcraft done upon her (santau, in her exact words). Not whether she got TB or lung cancer or anything, but witchcraft. And she asked me, a medical doctor in half full PPEs, in such a straightaway manner that I had to reciprocate in similar fashion. In my most polite tone of voice, I confess that I know absolutely nothing on how to give a diagnosis of witchcraft to my patients that I see. But, I promised her that we would do everything that we could to rule out other equally sinister and ominous medical conditions that can explain her spitting out blood clots.


Further history taking was done and examination of the throat and the lungs are normal. As we don’t have x-ray facility here, I consulted my FMS whether I can proceed with my plan to send the patient straight away to a tertiary chest clinic centre. We decided that it was the best course of action and after I spoken with the doctor in charge of the chest clinic, I explained to her that she must be transferred to Taiping for a thorough examination and investigation.




A week or so later, I asked her to come to the clinic for a medical review. She was warded there for 5 days where she had to complete a course of IV antibiotics as they thought it could be CAP (lung infection). Blood investigations done had ruled out TB and cancer, but the chest x-ray doesn’t look good. But to know more, they are going to proceed with a detailed imaging HRCT and an echocardiogram sometime next year. 


When I saw her again, her blood cough had stopped. She said that after she got discharged, she went to local Darul Syifa’ (Islamic alternative treatment centre) to treat her ailment. The ustaz who treated her said  that she had fall under a witchcraft and a number of treatments is recommended for her. There are many types of local witchcraft, or sihr, and one of them is santauSantau, or its other name tuju-tuju, is a poisoning type of witchcraft which can be delivered to the intended victim via food and drinks or through entities such as djinns.


At first I dismissed this talk of santau. But then my staff started telling me stories about how the place we are in is actually a hot zone for witchcraft. We are situated near the sea and traditionally, witchcraft ceremonies are done near the sea, where they can do things like sending offering to sea “deities”. Perhaps influenced by Hindu culture, of which you can see from how many of temples in Bali, Indonesia are constructed on a cliff or on the beach. 


Apparently, at the end of every year there is a spike (hihi, pun intended) of cases of santau. It is believed that those who learnt witchcraft are not the locals here, but outsiders who came to this place to practice what they are learning all year. I didn’t think witchcraft syllabus include a practical internship programme but these guys seemed eager to pass with flying colours. It is actually a concern in local communities that they are very much wary of any strangers coming here. My MA recalled the time when he was first moved into the quarters here when he got transferred. He was being stopped and interrogated by the local folks at a roadside warung, asking who he is and what he’s doing here until a senior colleague who with him explained to them that he was a new staff working at the clinic. The lady I saw thought that she might got it from a roadside eatery (warung makan) as well that she went to earlier that day. I forgot to ask which warung she went to lest I know now to avoid going. 


I don’t know how to detect poisoned food or drinks but there are untested claims of how to know whether there is santau in front of you or not. While there’s very little thing to do once we are targeted with a tuju-tuju (think of it as magic puffball of micropoison being cannoned into the air like a shooting star, hurtling towards the victim), I remembered when I was in Form 1 a batchmate of mine, Wawa, claimed that she and her family once saw a tuju-tuju in the air and they chanted “tuju-tuju pecah tujuh!” or something to break it off. Sounds really sketchy to me, but inherently it’s very super uber cool as well. I doubt Wawa still remembers this story, but somehow it stuck to my memories till now.


The usual treatment at Darul Syifa or any other Islamic alternative treatment centre involves the reading of ruqyahs, or in plain English, exorcism. Mind you this is nothing remotely similar to the Christian’s way of “THE CHRIST COMPELS YOU!” type of exorcism. Ruqyahs are verses of Quran which have protective and dispelling properties towards the devils and their associates. Even if one is not under witchcraft, it’s always a good practice to read the ruqyah verses regularly. 


Before we ended the review, she showed me the video when she was being treated at the Darul Syifa’. The video is grainy, but apparently the ustaz managed to take out something from her body. It looks like a really small insect, a-grain-of-fine-salt-sized white insect that moves around. I tried not to look skeptical in front of her, but as I already confess I know nothing about the realm of sihr and how to treat it, I remained expressionless. At that point I was already glad that at least she didn’t abandon modern medical treatment. What she does extra to get better is entirely up to her.

Wallahu a’lam (And Allah know best).


Nov 7, 2020

The Dog Days of 2020

Who knew that this is how the year goes by? 2020 so far is the bitchest, suckiest year I’ve ever had the misfortune to live in. I thought that with how 2019 had been the kindest, most wonderful year that graced me solid happiness (finishing housemanship with a bang, securing a permanent job, transferring to a chill environment, and most importantly getting married to my most beloved), that 2020 was gonna be the same but I couldn’t have been more mistaken.


And I sincerely thought that we had it all under control. We sacrificed a lot earlier this year, with the lockdowns and people adaping to the new norms. We even felt a tinge of pride when the world took a look at us and praised us on how we responded to the pandemic. Maybe this signals a new era where people finally accept that health is an important aspect of their lives.


But look at what happened to Sabah right after the election days. Despite recommendations and warning that the events would only escalate the risks of increasing trasmission of COVID-19, all of them took no heed. That’s when I knew that people are still not thinking that health is important. I know that before this people don’t think much about HEALTH in general, but in the wake of the fucking pandemic I thought that people will finally come around. Sadly it does not happen.


People only think of their health when they are in hospital, either because they are being admitted or they are visiting someone at the hospital. Sometimes they don’t even think of their health when they are sick. They will brush it off as there is a lot more things to do. More documents to be signed, more money to be made. They can hold it in, thinking that it might go away, or simply pop off some pills and they’ll be good as new.


What equally important as getting better when you are sick is taking a good care of yourself so that you don’t get sick in the first place. Or in other word, a prevention. They don’t think of that when Sabah happened. They are still, so sorrowfully ignorant and obstinate, flauntingly disregard the new norms that we begged them to comply. Always wear a mask whenever you have to go outside, but what do we see? Teachers in class, politicians in the field, sellers behind the counters - all of them disregard this. Some people still bumping fist, hugging the shoulders, hand in hand, and sitting closely together. People finding ratholes to bring their relatives in and out from the red zones when they know they can’t travel. I find this very upsetting.


What’s the use of our past sacrifice if this is how people respond to it? I am so tired and sick of it. This is not going to get any better any time soon by the way how it is going nowadays, and people who think otherwise is an ignorant piece of shit. This country doesn’t deserve nice things, because fuck you all you never take health seriously in the first place. I’m out. See you in another 3 months.



Aug 11, 2020

What Drives You?

There are many reasons why we are being driven to do things. Often, multiple factors play into it, thus culminating into a general direction that we decided to pursue. Some people only need few reasons to do what they want to do. Those reasons are usually the solid ones that born out of lifelong desire or fear. Some people need a lot of reasons before they can decide whether to do it or not. And there is also a selected few who don't need a reason to do things - they just do it regardless.


How do you know whether your decision to pursue something is a correct one?




It's hard for me. I always second-guessing things. I think I am comfortable at where I am now, but what if I can get more comfortable working at something else elsewhere? What if my future is entirely a different thing?


What if my future is already present? Do I have what it takes to finally put my foot down and declare that this is where I will live and die? I am struggling to decide where to plant my roots in. I am constantly on tenterhooks, mulling over and over about my life here. Sometimes I feel like I am in a bog - warm, relaxing muddy water to immersed in under hot baking sun but at the same time I'm suffocating my roots and lungs.


But why shouldn't I stay where I am now? I have a stable 9-5 job with weekends off, my locum days are guaranteed every month, a nice small rented house to live in, and it's within acceptable distance to Penang island. My bosses are nice, my colleagues and staff are helpful, and my patients are minimal. Day in and day out being a doctor at a health clinic does not seem like a bad career.


The thing is, I don't see a lot of elderly doctor working at health clinics. So far, there's no doctors over the age 50 that I see working at clinics. Where do they go? Did they get transferred to the PKDs or the JKNs? Or were all of them continued their study and underwent master program? I know a number of them resigned and focused on doing private practice. I don't think I ever saw a contented older doctor who has already worked at health clinic for 20 years.


I'm afraid later on in my 50s I will regret for staying where I am now. That I easily feel adequate and comfortable, not pursuing more than what I am being offered at. I'm afraid that I won't be at ease with what I only have, that I will always lament on how different it might be if only I dared to pursue anything, and I mean any specialty, and be more than just a health clinic doctor.


If I close my eyes and my lingering mind, I will not be having this much of a fret. But the achievement of my acquaintances and colleagues in terms of their advancement in careers is slightly more difficult to ignore. Whenever I read their posts or saw them in my timeline, that jealousy seeps in. I recently congratulated my ex-colleague for successfully securing a slot for an FMS parallel program trainee. In our conversation, he jokingly encouraged me to work with him again in the future, him being an FMS and me a YM in charge of the clinic.


I know he didn't mean it, but the mere thought of him lording over me makes my skin crawl. Upon all the petty reasons that exist in the world, this is it. This is the one reason that finally drove me to decide on taking the Medex paper this year. 

May 31, 2020

Virus and I



We are entering the second half of the year so far, and I believe we all agree that this year is just unbelievable. What were we thinking in January, to be scared of the possibility of the third world war when we were already at war with the pandemic? This viral enemy that kill indiscriminately, at times insidious and covert, rapidly and surely draining our finite resources to combat it.


I was unfortunate to be absent from writing for too long. With the virus occupying most of my responsibility at work, I was dismayed when my laptop broke down in March. With almost half of the services in the country halted to contain the spread of the virus, I was left at the mercy of the clinic's computer to do my work. Writing about my travelog will have to stop, for now, seeing that all my pictures and videos are stored locally in the old laptop.


For me, all of these started last year when we are dividing our work portfolios. Before this, I am responsible for managing verbal autopsies in our health clinic, along with other two minor portfolios that I haven't been briefed about. Then, I was tasked to handle infectious diseases as well. Prior COVID-19, our infectious disease folder include ebola and MERS-COV guidelines, forms, and work flowcharts. In December, 2019 nCOV was added to the list. I was okay with all this because we never thought it was going to hit us big at that time.


Because I handled 2019-nCOV (later coined to COVID-19) for my health clinic at that time, I had to attend all district level meetings pertaining to this virus. I was responsible to make sure our health clinic is ready to attend COVID-19 cases at all time. Thus, my work slowly piled up from setting up camps outside clinic, making flowcharts and flow map, updating the staff regarding changes in PKD directives, addressing issues and concerns, making rosters, and also managing the 'front line' allowances for the staff. I was put in a different position because in other clinics, the ones who handle COVID-19 are all the MOICs (MO In Charge) while I just handle one portfolio, not the whole clinic.


But I was lucky, in a lot of ways. Yes, the pandemic surged in March and early April but the cases are significantly low in my district. My clinic, in particular, although it is the third busiest in the district it is still way under capacity. I consider my clinic as a rural clinic, even though the building is new and fancier than the others. Changes in how clinics operate during movement control order (MCO) to combat the spread of the virus also have seen a dramatic decrease of patients that come to to the clinic seeking treatment.


We still saw some actions, tho. Those PPEs that are sweaty and stuffy? Yes, we all wear that as well. Bringing suspected patients into isolation bay, referring to our FMSes through plastic-wrapped phone and distorted voice, deconning (decontaminate) ourselves once patient had safely been brought away by ambulance - we all done that except making selfies, that is. I find it to be callous of me to have selfies in PPEs, simply because I think we are fortunate enough not to wear that too often.


Personally, COVID-19 affected me greatly in other ways. Firstly, my parents in law had planned for them together with my wife and I to do Umrah pilgrimage back in March. I had already had my leaves approved and I drove from Penang back to KL on the weekends we are scheduled to fly. The day before our departure, Saudi Arabia had barred all pilgrims from entering Mecca and Madina, the two Holy cities in Islam. Further confirmation with our pilgrimage tour company had reaffirmed the worst - our Umrah was cancelled until further notice.


The quarantine, or the MCO, came in two-week stages. Among the many restrictions imposed to the public, the one affecting me the most is the interstate travel ban. My wife and I are working in different states and usually, one of us will take turns travelling to each other every two weeks. The ban was lifted partially in May to allow couples like us to travel home to our significant others. Thus, after almost two months of not seeing each other, my wife finally drove all the way from KL to Penang to meet me. Such reunion was special and holds a different significance to both of us.


In term of career-wise, both of us are working in essential services, although in different fields. Our finances are not affected at all during this troubling times and for that we are very grateful. My locum hours are cut shorter by two hours in view of the locum clinic has to be closed earlier than normal, meaning I am losing around 20% of my usual locum income. Despite that, my salary was adjusted in May, making me earning back what I was due starting from October last year. Together with the COVID-19 allowances and Eid bonus, I have enough as usual.


Seeing the trend of the cases in the past two weeks, our district is currently in the process of preparing for post-COVID health clinic settings. The new norms must stay and changes must be done to ensure all clinics stay ready to accept any unforeseeable events like a new surge of infection in the future. The task fall back to my colleague who is the MOIC for the clinic. I gradually had more free time on my hands due to this, and I hope that a vaccine is found soon so that we can contain this more properly and surely. With this I end my writing for now. Stay vigilant and stay safe, everyone.


 


Feb 14, 2020

Travelog: Bali - Day Two

We started our Day 2 in Bali by having a short walk along the Kuta beach to find breakfast. Kuta beach is a surfing beach and when we were there we saw surfing operators prepping their makeshift stalls ready for the day. Already we saw people hogging their surfboards around, eager to go into the water.


Behind my wife is the wall of Kuta beach. Hotels, restaurants, shops are all lined up along the road. For such a busy and jammed road, they should have make the road two lanes.


Some dude with his surfboard.


We did not booked our hotel with breakfast included simply because we know that the food was not halal for us to consume. Bali is predominantly Hindu with a small majority of Muslims living here. There is a few restaurants that have halal certification, but for our ease of mind when we were in Kuta town we hit those fast-food franchises instead.


All international fast-food companies (e.g. McDonald's, Wendy's, Burger King, etc.) that entered the whole of Indonesia and give licences for franchises to open are halal-certified by the Majlis Ulama Indonesia (MUI). Doesn't matter if you are in Acheh, Jogjakarta, Surabaya or Bali, they are all halal. We had a quick breakfast at McDonald's while waiting for our supir to pick us up.





We visited an amphitheater called Sari Wisata Budaya to watch a traditional Bali dance called Barong and Kris dance. Barong is the number one mythical creature in Bali, which represents good fortune and health, and is very much popular here. It's not in our itinerary, but we thought why not - after all we ought to know more about the local folklore and legends here.




 




Personally, I think the company can improve more. Even though the story was printed in pamphlets and were distributed to all visitors, it's hard for foreigners to understand or listen to the performers. More so when the setting is done in an open space. Perhaps the performers can use a microphone or uses more than one language? I was half guessing for the rest of the performance on which characters the performers were supposed to be. In all, it was so-so.


Our next destination was to chill out at Pandawa beach. Yes, it was under hot, baking sun where the heat scorched the Balinese earth with extreme prejudice. Most people avoid going to the beach during noon but it was still a very pleasant trip for the both of us.







After we killed some time chilling (really? did we chill?) on the lounge chair under the beach umbrella, sipping coconut water and eating ice cream, we headed out to the main highlight of the day.
Our next destination is the Uluwatu temple to watch kecak and fire dance.




The dance is performed in an open amphitheater facing the sea. We knew beforehand that we had to be early to grab the best seat in the house so we arrived quite early as planned. Our supir handled the ticket and waited in line for us. To enter the temple, all visitors are required to don either a purple sarong to cover the legs or an orange sash to tie around the waist if already properly dressed. 




Because we came early, we had to wait for quite some time as people filling up the seats. The show started around an hour before sunset to make full use of the sunset in the sea view as the background of the dance. Again, we were sweating like mad here.







Uluwatu kecak and fire dance is one of the must-see attractions in Bali. It was quite entertaining for the first timers but I doubt it is something that you will do again when revisiting Bali (oh yes, you will visit Bali again for one purpose or another). I for sure will skip going here and will hit the beaches instead.


The dance ended around 7.30 pm or so. We decided to go back to Kuta for dinner and call it a night. That night was the first time I tasted a Wendy's burger. It might have been because of the hunger, but I found the burger was exceptionally tasty. Ho ho. 


That's it for our second day in Bali. I know it's wayyyy overdue but with COVID-19 outbreak and various personal matters that I need to handle I couldn't find any free time or the mood to continue writing about our honeymoon trip. Have no fear, tho, that I will finish writing about this travelog. Just don't expect it to be any time soon HAHAHA!


Jan 11, 2020

Travelog: Bali - Day One

After so many years of not travelling, finally I was given the chance (and the time) to do so. Actually, I did went travelling last year; together with my family we joined a travel tour to Padang, Indonesia. We felt cheated, tho. The fact that the tour group consisted of teachers making "feel good" trip for the sake of completing their yearly requirement or some bullshit meant that WE had to follow the school trip's itinerary. I was so mad with the whole trip I made no effort in making a travelog.


Anyway, that's enough for an introduction. Let bygones be bygones.


Now, let's talk about BALI!!


The trip to Bali is a honeymoon trip. Initially, I proposed to my wife to go to Japan for honeymoon but seeing that we were both very much broke (still are, huhu) so we looked into other options including Maldives, New Zealand, and Ipoh (okay, this is my idea of a second getaway right after the first one). My wife then suggested Bali and I was like, hey, not a bad idea.


We made plans for Bali months before the trip. Earlier when we started planning for our wedding back in March I introduced to her the wonderful world of Google Docs where users can view and edit the documents online at the same time. We had such fun planning this over calls and shared documents. I won't give you details of our documents but if you can squint your eyes, here's how our Google doc file looks like: 


I know, I'm such a nerd. LOL.


Million thanks to my wife for spearheading the search for the details about the trip. I think that's the dynamic of us - me making the general idea and direction while my wife fine-tuning the whole thing. We scoured the Internet for places worth going in Bali, accommodations to stay, the costs for every attractions, the best supirs, and many more.
  1. For flights, the cheapest we could find was Airasia. 
  2. For accommodations, we went for hotels / resorts over Airbnb. 
    • In Kuta, we chose Mercure Hotel (there's two Mercure hotels, go for the one facing the beach)
    • In Ubud, we chose Onje Villa.
  3. For supir (tour guide/driver) - google Pak Yanto. Almost every Google search for the best supirs in Bali will show Pak Yanto. Why we chose Pak Yanto? 
    • It's a huge family business.
    • They are muslims, so they will recommend and show you halal eateries.
    • There's so many good reviews about them
    • They are easily reachable. 
    • The fee is set after we confirmed with them our itinerary. That way we can be reassured there won't be any surprise added charges when we were there. 
    • We will not share the supir and the car with other tourists. 
    • The car they provided for us was a Mitsubishi's Ertiga. Other options are all MPVs, which is suitable for small groups of people like a family or couples. 
    • They will suggest which place worth going, and they are FINE with it if you refuse. 
  4. Places to go - we researched long and hard for this and decided that the mood for our trip is relaxing and easy-paced. There is a few must-go attractions in Bali that are iconic and should not be missed, but with the timing and location we did not go to Pura Lempuyang temple which is famous for the insta-worthy picture of its Gate of Heaven. 
  5. Itinerary - we made it on our own. We searched each of the place we're going on the Internet, locating where they are, how far from the hotels, and the duration to complete the whole tour for each day. We confirmed it with our supir, who repeatedly said that he will bring wherever that we wish to go (within reason) because it's our honeymoon. 

Day One


We were late. It was my fault and it was a damn close shave. We nearly missed the flight but somehow, luckily, we managed through. When we finally settled down in our seats, drenched with sweats as we cool ourselves with the tiny jets of air-conditioned air overhead, I remembered something about how we only truly know about ourselves as a couple when these things are involved: Money and Travel. We both were very much amazed at how we quickly put our heads together and made a plan on the spot when under pressure. There's much to this tale, but it's the story for both of us that we won't ever forget!


The flight took 2 hours and a half, so and so. After we comfortably ate in the plane, followed by a fresh cup of warm coffee (for me), we proceeded to sleep (first revelation of us as a couple) and woke up when the plane descended for landing.


The airport, or bandara, is very clean and looks new. I read that a huge renovation was made to accommodate the numbers of tourists that flock to Bali.


Hers and mine :)


Sunset here in Bali is one hour earlier than in Malaysia, although there is no time zone difference. Hence, by 6 pm, the sun will set. As we arrived around 2.30 pm, we still had hours to go. We already had lunch in the air so we went to Agung Bali first to kill time and to browse for souvenirs. The items here are not as cheap as anywhere else and the prices are fixed so don't bother to barter. However, the t-shirt designs are pretty and can't be found elsewhere.



You can compare the prices of souvenirs sold at the airport and at Agung Bali with shops elsewhere in Bali whether in Kuta, Ubud, Tanah Lot etc. in order to get the feel of the range of prices. Airport, being airport, sell expensive souvenirs that are premium looking. Agung Bali merchandises are like the "official" souvenirs, while the rest can be from poor knockoffs to hidden gems.



We didn't buy anything from there at that time. Once we had toured the whole place, we went to the first and only place planned in our itinerary of Day One - dinner at Jimbaran beach.

Besarnya topi sis


Initially we are worried that it might rain in Kuta, but somehow it never does


We picked the table closest to the water (at that time) and had such a lovely time as we ate dinner while watching the sunset.


The sunset at Jimbaran beach bathed us a glow of indigo. 


The restaurant that we went to had a musollah for us to pray if we need to, but seeing that our next destination is to check in at the Mercure hotel, we opted for qasa and jama' takhir instead.


Step up your game, Mercure. What is this half-assed welcoming deco?


We checked in at Mercure hotel close to 8 pm. If you read the reviews online you'll find that this hotel is slightly more than okay-ish and it doesn't break the bank by a thin margin. The room we got was exactly as described and showcased, so we had no problems. Others might complain that the room is too small, but it's fine by us.


When we entered the room and started to unwind, suddenly there's a call.

Receptionist: Pak, everything okay? We have a cake to give to you.
Me: Cake? What cake? *getting suspicious*
Receptionist: It's a welcome cake, pak. It's for you.
Me: ummm.. is it free?
Receptionist: Gratis, pak. 
Me: Oh. *awkward* Hmm where is the cake? (god kill me)
Receptionist: Someone will come shortly to bring you the cake.
Me: Oh. Erm, hmm, okay. Thank you!


And then the doorbell rang and a young porter at the door, holding a frickin' CUPCAKE in both of his hands!! We thought it's gonna be one huge cake like a proper birthday cake with candles (at least, that's what I had in mind when they told me). We accepted the cake and crackled like madmen afterwards.

Muka sedih dikecewakan dengan harapan cake tapi dapat cupcake


The biggest strength of this hotel to me is the location. We knew roughly where it is, but we couldn't appreciate the location of this hotel in relation to other places. This hotel is located directly across the road that runs along a part of Kuta beach. The road is one of the busiest road in Kuta and at night it becomes lively. There's a number of shops and hotels around this place, which made cityboi like me a very happy man.


That's conclude our Day One in Bali. I'm going to write about every day in Bali a blog post each because I talked too much and I'm still too excited about it so I will talk at great length at everything that we went and saw LOL.