On my first trip to Bali, first day I headed off with my sister-in-law, daughter and niece to check the retail. First thing we had to do was navigate and weave our way through motor bikes, bicycles, taxis, cars and anything else that could move.  Car horns tooting loudly, motorbikes whizzing past, mini buses dodging everything in sight.

We stop at the road edge thinking about crossing it.  Sister-in-law makes a run for it, followed quickly by Neice and Daughter. I stuck on the other side of the road and no break in traffic. I can hear Daugher calling out to me as they hopped into a taxi, hurry up mum, you’ll be right.

So I took a deep breath and made a run for it. First step into the road my hat flew off my head into the path of an oncoming bus.

No chance to grab it or turn around and go back for it, save yourself I thought.

I jumped into the taxi and the driver said ‘your hat madam, your hat’ and I said don’t worry about it, feeling slightly embarrassed.

No sooner had I said that he jumped out of the car to rescue my hat. We looked toward the hat in horror as a car drove straight over it.

The taxi driver still managed to pick it up safely and handed it to me with a wry smile on his face.  My checked fedora was now was decorated with black tyre marks, of course it was crushed, however I was not.

I calmly put the hat on my head and thanked our driver. The girls broke into hysterics.  Day 1 – it was a long week.

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