Love lost.Love found Part II

Like I was saying earlier, Bali has become quite a circus. Way to many people in the water, you are constantly fighting for a position in the line-up to get waves, guys dropping in on you then the guy that dropped in on you gets burnt by another fella! Funny stuff.

None the less, good times where had in Indo thats for sure, we would constantly take our bikes, have a few beers the and go cruising in the chaotic traffic that exists on the roads. I have to say sometimes the only way to blend in is to have had a couple of ales, just calm the nerves.

The place has a distinctive smell to it, some to the tone of constant incense burning, rubble burning and cow dung combined. This one day we stopped off at a local eatery,starving, so we thought, heck the locals eat here and seem to be fine, sure we can do it as well. What transpired from the meal was a very uncomfortable silence and all of us not actually wanting to swallow our food as that stuff was feeling a bit weird.... ended out being intestines and other things I would not like to recall again.

Most of the days where spent surfing and swimming and largely hiding from the intense sun rays. A couple of body-surf at super fun Dreamland Shorebreak put some smiles on the faces of the boys. again my two French homeboys from the Cook Islands came to Indo as well and we managed to have some interesting night, dubbed the "Terrible Quattro" myself,Ian Kruger, Julien "pappa" Paris and Julien "binge" Binet had all the intentions and dangerously good moves to tear the dance floors at sky garden a hole. We successfully managed to do so and after a lil bit-o-disco some crazy bike rides back to Bingin at 4am went down! Paps clocked the new 100cc speed record no hander style at an alarming 100km\h! Pure French magic!!

For now, I do not know where I am going to be or do in the next couple of months, but I know for a fact it will be somewhere cool and epic with old mates and new mates. Kinda need to find a job now as well to enable me to get to my new wave conquering destination on good steam!

GOOD Times,I am living the dream!

Till next time kids

Captian Planet

Love lost.Love found.

Right now, I am sitting 15 floors high in Singapore over looking the Singapore Straight. I have never seen so many ships in one place in my life and in the distance is Indonesia.

The majority of my time since my last post was spent in Indonesia, island of Bali.I have been in Singapore for about 8 days and in 2 days time I go to Kuala Lampur for 3 nights and the I fly to the oven that is Abu Dhabi.

So Indo, the surf dream for many. The land of exotic landscapes, perfect waves, epic beaches, warm water, nasi goreng and the almighty BINTANG.

I woke up in a ok'ish room, in the infamous Poppies lane 2, fan spinning wildly and friendly birds chirping outside just to find a little gremlin chiseling away in my head with a jack-hammer. With one eye open I gather my bearings and find myself still clenching my wallet and with one slop on my foot. It is 11:45am. Yes, I was cuddling a Bintang bottle and the bed was a bit wet, wet from beer spilling out the bottle in my sleep.

I asked myself; "what happened last night?" Myself doesn't recall much after dinner, some flashy lights, loud music and a couple of English bodyboarders I met sometime during the night. I quickly learnt that trying to keep up with the poms when it comes to drinking is a futile excersize as I will surely lose, and i did...

By now, I have reached the point of no return. I am thirsty as hell!! I stumble out the room, one eye open and tripping over everything, I set my sights on the fridge to claim a bottle of water...Gottem! The receptionist just looked at me and shook her head. I shrugged my shoulders and walked off. It totally felt like a scene out of the Hangover movie.

Eventually after the hangover released me from its clutches(2 days later)I moved Bingin, Which is on the southern point of the island and the stretch where the waves are. Its hot and hella humid. The waves were not to big but fun none the less so I got me a scooter and charged down to a spot called Padang Padang. It's about 3 foot and 2 guys are out! "Aah you gotta love the early season Indo vibes" I told myself... words I regret uttering.

The arrival of a brother.

I went to the airport and picked up my bro Ian Kruger, handing him a cold one as it is tradition!  we headed back to binging, got on the bike and headed to the beach at Padang Padang for some chow and heaps of beers!! good times. Two days later after his arrival I got sick.... man down for 5days. I ate something funky and the rest is history.

So after the illness we regain our speed and at about 40km/h a massive cock (male Chicken) flys/run or what ever it does straight into the bike. Two Grown men killing themselves laughing whilst feathers are flying!!