We landed in Bali and there was already a car waiting for us. Damian gave our suitcases to the driver and climbed into the car. His driver was more polite than him. He opened the car door for me, and I climbed in. The driver asked him which hotel, and he just replied, “Nusa Dua,” curtly. Nusa Dua was a resort area in the southern part of Bali which had beautiful beaches.
I didn’t see where we were going or even which hotel we were staying at in Nusa Dua. I just kept looking down, following his steps as we arrived at the hotel. When he walked, I walked. When he stopped, I stopped.
