Hey there, just got a motorbike accident. I thought I'd splash my frustration here.
I was on bypass Jimbaran on pleasant traffic (70km/h, it was about 10pm). Thankfully is was not so crowded.
I was on the left lane while a dude on the right lane decided he would suddenly a 90 degrees left turn, effectively cutting my lane. I immediately ran right through him. Sliding a few meters on the porous asphalt.
I'm getting use to that kind of accident (2nd time). The guy know he did something plain stupid and tries to runaway. Thus, as my bike stops I stand up and run towards him, pushing him just on time before he could hit the gaz; falling on the ground.
There was a VIP convoy this evening and bypass was crawling with police. Nice. The was one just in frot of my crash. I guest it's what helped him to stand down and pull out to the side and me cooling down.
I was with my girlfriend and she was "damaged" much more than the bike. Great thing there was Clinic Jimbaran just the other side. The kind ambulance staff crossed the bypass and brought her there as I was trying to deal with this situation.
Took some time for an other police officer to come by. He took the depositions and looked at the bikes. It was going better than expected. I told myself, with such evidence it will be so easy get agreement and then walk away.
I know it's rarely that simple here. The guy understands his mess but said to have no money. He call's his boss. His boss -- aka not a boss just another friend -- comes an hour later and tries to pass the bill on me i as if I was an idiot.
Disgusting. There is great people in Bali, but this Javanese is a rotten one. Police was gone (in a rude manner... I'm not sure what my girlfriend said to him tho!) and this guy wanted to contest everything.
We ended up at the police cube in from of McDo; police officer not helping at all. The options are simple: get agreement or lose your bike until the thing is slowly settled in justice... and I hope it's not like immigration.
2am already. My wishes of accountability were fading away. I felt bad, really bad. Is there some real justice in this country or is it just a vague word to be interpreted at your expenses?
I did hit this rotten guy on the head. Glad I did. One officer did not.
He vociferated some stuff in Indonesian, banging the door. I couldn't care much. I am disillusioned. Never found those officers useful.
I was dreaming of responsibility, acknowledgment and common sense...
I ended up my frustrating time agreeing with the medical bill paid by them, but my girlfriend and I still have to recover and the bike to be fixed.
I'm feed up. Those street monkeys makes me go crazy.
