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How to make friends

 Good question. 

Considering that I was with my family, it was hard to meet people. So I started using other sources of contacts. Firstly, you can use Facebook, where you can find groups of travellers all waiting to make new friends. 

I never used that. 

Also, I was introduced to a whatsapp group by my french friends, where there was nomads from everywhere in the world, and they used to post some plans to do or gatherings to meet people. The name was Bali Babes. That was too uncomfortable to me, so I never did it. But thats just me. 

On the other hand, I used Bumble. An app that matches people depending on location and interests. Is quite good to make friends. 


Now, let me explain a bit how my circle of friends started. 

It was the first wednesday I was in Bali, and there was this post in the nomads whatsapp group. A weekend in Nusa penida. This is a very small island in the south of Bali, where most of the instagrammer posts are made. It is really worth it, the sighsteeings are incredible. I was there for 3 days with a group of 5 people that I just met. 

Being really different than me, we connected really quick. We met at the port all ready to go to Nusa and everything started. It was a group composed by a french guy, an asian girl, a deutch girl, a belgium girl and me. A Catalan. 

We got there in the early morning, and the first thing to be done was to do snorkelling with a boat that we rented. It was my first real snorkelling experience, and it was so beautiful. At one point we jumped from the boat and there were this huge manta rays swimming with us. While I was in teh water, anxiously drowning because my glasses were filled with water, I heared this belgium girl shouting at me: 

"Marta, your tit is out" 

And that is how I met one of my best friends: Gladys Thielmans. 21 years old, funny, really intense and energetic, she never shuts up. A good friend and a very beautiful heart. No doubt we connected immediately. 

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