bec'sblog: Not so delightful daiquiri

My friend and I go up to the bar and order two mango daiquiris. The barman pauses, smiles and starts making the drinks. I don’t know how many drinks she had already had, but it wasn’t her first, second, third or fourth for that matter. I had skipped out on pre-drinks and instead opted for an hour-long massage. I don’t know what it was, it could have been my post-massage relaxed state and her somewhat tipsy stance, but the barman started making what he thought were discreet signals to someone on the other side of the bar. At first I didn’t think much of it, until he blatantly slipped something white and powdery into the drinks. I didn’t know what to do, it was one of those moments when everything sort of freezes. My friend was oblivious. Of course, I panicked. This man had drugged us literally right before our eyes. He continued making the drinks. I pretended not to notice. I said to my friend, “I’ll pay”. He went to take my money, when instead I grabbed the drinks and threw them in his face followed by multiple **********wit#*&^!!! **. I quickly grabbed my friend and headed for the exit. My friend looked at me in shock and confusion, this was really out of character for me. She later understood my actions, and we both thanked our gods that I had noticed. This was in Bali. You’ve seen the party nightlife of Bail on current affairs, you’ve heard about the scooter accidents, the dodgy neon signs, and the death penalty for marijuana. What you might not of heard of, I certainly hadn’t, is that young girls who come to Bali are at a seriously high risk of being victims of drink spiking. Apparently, the bar I was at is renowned for drink spiking, professional surfers on tour go there and pay the bar tenders to drug the girl of their choice. The fact that this Balinese guy thought he could drug me while I was looking right at him is what scares me the most, imagine the girls that come up to the bar barely clothed, extremely intoxicated with no idea or perception of what’s happening around them. This time my friend and I were lucky, it chills me to the spine to think what that surfer had in mind for us. Ever since that close encounter I have been much more alert and the days of strangers (seemingly polite and of course good looking guys) offering to buy me drinks are definitely over. So girls, don’t get me wrong, Bali is an amazing place to party, relax and party some more. Both times I’ve been there it has definitely been a holiday to remember, just make sure it’s for the right reasons!