Bali
Long story coming up, I know its too late to get many clicks but I thought id tell it anyway and ive been wondering all week whether to post it or not.

Its about the Bali bombings back in 2002.

Me and 2 mates went over for a nice long 3 week holiday to Bali back in 02’ We were having a great time, doing sod all but lazing on the beach and getting sloshed every night, it was ace. Then came that Saturday night.

Earlier in the week a mate from back home had emailed me and said his new missus was out there visiting friends at the same time we were and we should meet for a drink. So that Saturday morning we got in contact with her and we arranged to meet for drink that night. I had only met her once before and the other lads had never met her.

We did what we always did, got way to drunk way to early so we were typical tourists and walking down the street pissed as. We stopped for some grub on the walk to Paddys Pub where we were meeting her, we must have been 200 meters away when we heard the first bomb, to be honest I don’t remember the noise as such, just like a loud “pop” and then silence, then a few screams, we didn’t move from our spot. Then the car bomb went off, I heard and felt that, knocked me onto my back and put a fair amount of glass into my left hand side. But I was ok. Again silence for what seemed like forever and then the screams started again but this time it was so much worse, quick check of mates and we were all cut but mostly fine.

To be honest I don’t remember the next 10 mins or so, we just stumbled around confused, then we remembered “J”. Again I don’t remember what happened but went towards the pub and it was just chaos, but very quiet which I still cant get out of my head.

Ended up at the hospital searching for J as we knew she was in that pub when they went off. We couldn’t find her anywhere so we went back to our room all in shock, we sat up all night drinking and none of us saying anything, we all had a few cuts but nothing serious and most of the glass wasn’t deep and we all sat there picking it out of our legs/arms.

Next morning went back to the hospital, took about 4 hours but I found out that J was there. Only she didn’t make it. I don’t know what my feeling was to be honest, I didn’t know this girl at all but I knew my mate was madly in love with her (they had been together about a year but I was living in Canada for most of that time). Going to cut this short as im waffling.

Went to identify her at the hospital as she had no ID with her, as I said id only met her once and I was smashed. It was horrible, they warned me it was grim but went into this tiny room and they pulled the cover back, she was a mess but it was her and I was sure it was her, but she was missing a very large piece of the back of her head and various other parts. I left the hospital and cried, I knew I had to call our mate back in the UK and tell him that the love of his life was gone.

That was the hardest phone call ive ever had, he didn’t believe us and cried a lot.

He got on the next flight out and we met him at the airport, it was horrible.

None of us are really good mates anymore, im not sure what happened but it affected us all badly and differently. I ended up moving to Aus a few years ago and don’t really speak to them anymore.

Christ that was long, thanks if you made it this far.
(Lanceuppercut, Thu 6 Mar 2008, 3:11, 2 replies)

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That's not good at all. I personally didn't lose any friends in the bombings, but I know people who did have friends who died. They had a terribly unpleasant time.
(Grey_Ghost has yet to decide on a sig on, Thu 6 Mar 2008, 4:28, closed)

That just made me cry
for you and your friends and the fact that some stupid fuckwitted cocks did that that night.

Hugs

xx
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Thu 6 Mar 2008, 5:30, closed)