Indo

So I landed in Kuta, checked in to the ol' trusty Sandat to meet with Ty and Eddie before I even got into my room. We caught up for a bit then decided to go for a surf. I pulled my board out to find a nice hole in the bottom, sweet. That put us on hold for a bit, we went for some lunch, and got some rental bikes sorted, by then the repair was done, and then we cruised out to Nusa Dua for a super fun sesh. 

Ty and I left the following day to Lombok, and I must apologize for some missing photos, my camera was stolen and photos were still on there. 

We arrived in Kuta late afternoon, checked in to Yellow Flower and grabbed some dinner. Searched and searched for my little buddies from last trip, but it took a couple days to find them. Still as awesome as I remembered. 

Here's Thomas, everybody loves Thomas. 

 

We drove the horrid road to Mawi the next morning, completely neglecting that it was the rainy season, and when we pulled up to the dirt path that goes through the rice paddies we saw that the road now looked like a mud bog course. Ty and I looked at each other and spun out the whole way there. We couldn't even ride the bikes, most of the way was running in the knee deep mud with the throttle pinned. HAHA I remember watching Ty fall and get even more covered in mud than he was. (Unfortunately these are the photos that are missing...)

 

We got to the beach and it was super onshore and no one around. So we soon after turned around and did the whole mission again. Spent the next couple days surfing a crowded and small Grupuk, then after both of us were nice and cut up from the reef we took a couple days out of the water and hung out with our little homies. There was an annual festival going on, 'Nali' maybe was the name. 

We checked out a sunset with the kids, got held up by a parade, and skated a couple times in the afternoon. 

Mmmmmmm BAKSO

Ha, after wrestling and joking around for a bit the kids got bored and started throwing things at the people on the beach below.

One of the mornings I got up early to go out with my friend Kurit, a boat captain, to catch sea worms for this festival. That is what this thing represents, a famous princess jumping off a cliff into the ocean to avoid having to choose a husband, and now apparently if you eat the worms its a representation of her hair. It happens every year and thousands of people come to Segar beach for the festival. I tried some of the fried worms, quite tasty. 

One night when we were skating at the Swedish surf camp the guys came in from spearfishing with a pretty impressive catch. 

I have too many photos to go on so I'll continue on another time...