Sometimes you are starkly reminded of your age by current events. By the age of fourteen I and some mates were busily smoking dry pine needles in waxed straws in the furtherest point of the school yard. They tasted ghastly. By the age of twelve, I think I was allowed to cross roads on my own.
By the age of fourteen I was not on a beach in a foreign country buying mary-jane. It is just such a laughable thought to me that I could have done this. I actually doubt I would have been allowed to go on the Rosebud foreshore on my own, let alone roam a Bali beach looking for drug deals. We had to be supervised if we were swimming. If I wanted to do something that my parents did not approve of, I would have to do it furtively, and of course I did at times. The world has certainly changed.
Sometimes you just feel plain sorry for someone, as I do for the Australian nurse who was given a dodgy drink in Bali and ended up with brain and liver damage.
Bali is certainly topical at the moment. Apparently an Australian family was in receipt of an unprovoked attack in a Bali bar by the bar's security guards. What an extraordinary thing for the guards to do to their employer's customers. Very extraordinary. Quite unbelievable really.
While I haven't been to Bali, most people I know have. The above doesn't sound like the place as it has been described to me.