Only about 50 km north of the bikini-ridden streets of Kuta lies one of Bali’s most feared attractions. For those who don’t want to risk taking home a Balinese hex, the Ghost Palace Hotel is a must-do.
It’s not that I was afraid of dying — I just didn’t want to die of rabies. It’s embarrassing. Rabies makes you drool, flail, bite, and spasm. It turns you into a flapping zombie, lashing rancid spittle lassos at anyone who comes close. Thanks to the hydrophobia, you’re probably not showering, either. That’s not a good death.