Traveling to Bali has us westerners learning about ourselves

Traveling to Bali places most of us pastey white, tight-ass westerners in a difficult situation. We love to bitch and moan the second we don’t get our way, or the instant we notice, that no one is taking any notice of our problems. Like kids in a kindergarten, westerners pee their panties over things like the room service not being fast enough, the heat, the waiter not putting the hollandaise on the side etc.

I too am a case in point and have had several runs in with locals, where my short temper and big mouth went overboard. An article in the Westender, talks about one Canadian guy’s experiences in Bali.