Ramadaan! One of the biggest and the most important festivities in all Muslim countries including Indonesia. 40 days of concentrating on your faith by not eating meat, not partying and juust relaxing. When I arrived in Bali, I had no idea that you could actually find Muslims in here. Not to mention what Ramadan is! Wasn’t Bali supposed to be Hindu only? Well, no. Apparently, many of them come from Java and other islands to make a good business with the massive amount of tourists. Most of them own restaurants, laundry services, etc.. Just like the one I used.

The most insane laundry story

I had the honor of using the Muslim people’s services too. One day I decided that before my big trip to the Gili Islands in two days, let’s make a big cleaning! Big trip asks for a big cleaning. As I didn’t like the smell of the washing powder from my previous laundry service, I figured that maybe I should try a new one. I found a really cute small family hut offering to do the laundry for you. Don’t all the mommies know which washing powder smells the best? So, with all my belief I put my laundry into this family laundry shop.

There was a little boy attending me, and I gave him all of my clothes with my full trust, agreeing to pick it up the next day. And, of course. Next day comes and my laundry shop is closed. It got me thinking: “Damn you, Kristina, you are so silly sometimes! How could you trust and give all of your laundries to a little boy?! Now you can go to Gili islands naked!”

There I was, freaking out, how and where would I pick up my clothes.

I decided to wait one more day. Maybe they would open the next day. I still had hope.  The next day I stopped by, and what a surprise, it was still closed! My hope was gone. And my leaving day was getting closer. Actually, it was the next day.

I felt quite lucky though. Now, I had a real excuse to run around Gilis naked! Haha. No, instead I asked the neighbors what was wrong with my laundry shop. Soon I found out that the family was back in Java celebrating with their family. This meant that there was no way I could have gotten my clothes back on time. On the other hand, there was no way I would leave without my dear pretty clothes.

So,  I came to a conclusion. I was just going to take what was mine. Why not just break in? If I only took what was mine, that wouldn’t be robbery, right? That would be just taking my own stuff. So, why not? Also, it looked really easy as it was only a wooden hut.

11 o clock pm, it was my time to shine! It was dark, fewer people on the street, (still enough, as the streets in Canggu are always busy) and my friend and I were ready to take the action. I was going to break in with the flashlight in my hand, and he was watching if there wasn’t anybody coming from the outside. Then he said: “Now, go!” I pulled up the jalousie and passed underneath. My heart was beating so fast! I felt stressed out as never before.

I was wondering: “What if somebody will come out of the house? What if someone stayed here? What if they catch me and call the police? Oh shit, I don’t want to spend my ‘late childhood’ in an Indonesian jail!.” Then I realized I needed to concentrate on quickly getting my stuff. And of course, I couldn’t find it anywhere. Then, suddenly, I spotted my towel! My towel, but nothing else. Where were my other stuff?

Overlooking the towel, I found a little corridor where all of my clothes were just hanging and getting dried. Thank god! My clothes were really there. ..I put everything down as fast as I could, trying not to make too much noise. After all, I found and took everything that was mine, pulled up the jalousie again, came out, and walked quickly back home with my friend acting like nothing ever happened.

Luckily, nobody saw us, I got my laundry clean, and for free with a little dirty adventure aside, ready to go for my trip to Gilis. I also hope that this cute family enjoyed their holidays in Java and that next time, they ‘ll lock their doors in some better way, in case some real thief would come around.

However, whatever happens, it’s always a happy end!

Happy travels! (Please if you have any similar experience, feel free to share!)


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