Christmas Shopping While Sweating Buckets

December 11, 2017

Lately I’ve been having an inner struggle.

And that struggle is Christmas.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas as much as the next person. Ok, so maybe not thaaat much because there are a lot of crazy Christmas fanatics out there. But once the Thanksgiving turkey is digesting in the stomach, I’m ready to roll out that Christmas cheer.

But trying to get into the Christmas spirit here in Bali feels so wrong. I am quite literally sweating all of the time. Meanwhile, Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas plays overhead in the grocery store. I ride my scooter through Canggu worrying about getting a massive sunburn while I pass Christmas decorations.

It’s so bizarre.


It feels like I’m a part of one of those corporate “Christmas in July” parties. Like everyone is ignoring the fact that they’re about to pass out from heat exhaustion just so that they can wear their ugly Christmas sweater.

Which leads me to my next point – why does Bali sell sweaters??

I ventured to Kuta’s main mall to do some Christmas shopping for my friends in Australia (shhh, gotta keep the presents a secret). While I was there, I decided to pick up a few more tank tops since I quickly sweat through my packed wardrobe (Bali sits close to the equator and keeps a pretty consistent temperature of 80 degrees – humidity level at about 85-90%).

I saw the glorious sign for H&M, my solid shopping go-to for this entire trip, and I told myself I would only buy two tank tops.

And this is what I was met with:

WHO is the merchandise buyer for Kuta’s H&M?? And which Balinese girls are actually wearing these sweaters?? Where do they wear it?? And how do they not die??

I just have so many questions. Needless to say, I did not find any tank tops there. But you know what I did find??


There’s a Diary Queen in Indonesia??? Say what?? And can you believe I haven’t had bubble tea in months? Gotta feed that addiction.

Then I went to the movie theater. I had no idea what was playing, but I was just really in the mood to watch a movie. The next showing was Murder on the Orient Express. I’d say it was a perfectly average “who’dun’it” movie, and I felt overall satisfied with my choice.

And that was my day. I’m going to go ahead and stop writing before I find more things to add question marks to (I think I counted 17 total).

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1 Comment

  • Reply Tony Vu December 16, 2017 at 4:03 pm

    Bobaaa Teeaaaa!!! Ahhhhh!!

    I thought Dairy Queen is only in Texas…Indonesia…!?!?!?!

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