SNOWING IN BALI

they are talking on the radio, saying 'Hey, two dodgy guys walking from Double Six, in the water, they look suspicious?' ... That's what I imagined. I didn't see anybody talking on the radio but I thought like oh for sure they are already on the radio or calling on the phone, telling them come to the beach, 'We've got two dodgy guys walking in the ocean, we're going to have another bust.'

He was sure they were being called to come out from their spy posts, at nearby restaurants or bars. Everywhere he looked, there were more dark figures moving furtively in and out of the shadows. They were closing in.

Every time I walked past another two, and then another two, or another three ... I was like, 'Fuck, now that's it. What can I do?' I even thought about tying a knot and putting the plastic bags in my shorts and just swim, swim, swim, swim far away, where they cannot see me anymore.

He'd walked almost 2 kilometres in the water from Legian to Kuta and the shadowy men were still lurking everywhere. He couldn't take it anymore. 'Fuck, that's it, I'm gonna throw this shit away,' he said to his friend, still paddling in the shallows. 'I want you to be my witness that I'm throwing it away because these guys are coppers.'

'No, no, you're just paranoid.'

'No, man, I'm not risking my life over 200 grams. They are Intel, so if you want, you go there and look at the guys.' That shut him up.

'No, I'm not going there.'

'Then fuck you, man, I'm throwing this, look look, I'm throwing all the shit in the ocean,' he said as he ripped the bags and tipped the blow into the surf.

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