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March 16, 2009 Kuta Bali Indonesia

Written by GingerBlossom Published in

Sometimes I amaze myself with my own stupidity. On the 14th, I was met at the hotel with a driver named Gusti, to take me to my shipper, Mr. Gusti. I've spoken with Gusti over the phone several times, and we've emailed a bunch, but I hadn't been to his office yet this year, and looked forward to seeing him again. We went past his office from last year, and I didn't think too much of it, as they have several different warehouses. So we get to this new warehouse, I get into the office, and someone sticks out their hand for me to shake. Smiling, I shake hands and asked, "where's Mr. Gusti?". The man, whom I've never met before, look confused, and said, "I'm Mr. Gusti".

Wrong Gusti, wrong company. Some names in Bali are really common, like Made and Wayan, meaning first and second born. When they get to the fourth and fifth born they just use the names Made and Wayan again. I now know 6 Gustis - my old shipper, my new shipper, Nusa Tran's driver, my driver in Ubud and two suppliers.

The 18th is the Balinese Hindu holiday of Galungan, so I've been seeing my Balinese suppliers before the three day holiday begins, and will see Javanese suppliers during Gulungan.