Some close calls here, especially with crocs and homicidally inclined students (or teachers?). I didn't realise school in some parts of Sydney was that bad.
When I was 20, I went on a solo trip to Indonesia. A week into it I was on the west coast of Java, feeling overwhelmed and wondering what the hell I was doing here. So naturally I went for a walk, hoping to find some peace. I chose a path through the jungle that led to a waterfall.
Soon after I'd reached the waterfall, two young men showed up. They pestered me continuously, asking me if my father or brother was coming. Bloody annoying! Plan scuttled, I gave up and walked back, the bothersome men following.
When I was almost back at the main road, I met an Australian who was about to take the same walk I'd been on. We introduced ourselves – I'll call him Troy for the sake of this story – and had a short conversation.
The two young men stood to the side and waited until Troy left. Moments after he’d gone they closed in on me, one in front, one behind. The one behind put his hands around my neck and started to squeeze.
I automatically went limp, arms dangling down by my sides. But I could still breathe, so I took in as much air as I could and yelled for Troy. Even though the noise sounded pretty weak to me and I was almost certain Troy was already out of earshot, it startled the men, who scampered off towards the road like rabbits.
Released suddenly, I staggered for a moment, shocked and breathless, then bolted in the opposite direction, heading for the waterfall and Troy. I've always been a bit of a runt and athleticism and I usually cannot coordinate with each other, but I was a cross-country star that day. I bet I covered that distance in half the time it took me to walk it.
I realised later they'd decided it was safe to attack me because I'd told Troy I was travelling alone. I had bruises on my neck in the shape of fingers for around a week.
At the time I wasn't all that scared, more stunned, and all of that was quickly overcome with adrenaline. The experience didn't even put me off travelling, although it does make me warier – I continued my trip then and continue to travel now. It's only when I hear about backpackers who go missing and turn up dead in suspicious circumstances that the room goes chilly for a second, when I think: Had I done just one thing differently or had those men been more determined, that could have been me.
Creepy, creepy, creepy.