I’m surfing since five years now and I still consider myself a beginner. maybe a good beginner. if the waves are slow and soft, I’m even an intermediate surfer.
I got to get to know this girl one week ago. she started surfing in morocco middle of september. now, three months and 5.700 euros later she’s a surf instructor!
can someone explain that to me please?!?!?!
that’s me on the picture, not her ;)
it came to my mind these days that in the country of my bf, I’m considered “a tourist”. if my bf is in my country though, he is “a foreigner”. that is pretty sad…
on our big surftrip to indonesia this summer we got to know many “bilateral surfercouples”. it was so beautiful to see how the world slowly but surely starts to unite. I’d love to have a group photo with all of them.
there have been l. from indonesia and m. from japan, then p. from thailand and t. from germany, e. from indonesia and t. from belgium who have a baby now and so on and so forth – just beautiful!
my blog doesn’t have enough traffic to do that, but I’d love to have hundreds of pictures of couples who are from different countries and doing fine! if you are such a couple or if you know one, please help me out.
I hope to have a nice collage or picture-video of many of us soon :)
if you happen to stay at suka beach inn or mekar jaya in kuta/bali (benesari street near popies II) then please watch out! they stole two 50€-notes from our room in suka beach inn (we put the notes into a book and they found it; must have been the staff because the door wasn’t broken) and at mekar jaya they use to take a little amount of your rupees every single day, so that you don’t really know if somebody took it or if you spent it.
of course it can happen everywhere, but it happened to us at those two places, so I wanted to let you know. they don’t take laptops, cameras or phones as far as I know, only cash…
and everything “cheap cheap” of course! wow, after three weeks, if I hear someone asking me “massaaage?” again, I might run amok. bali is sooo exhausting. jimbaran, kuta, medewi, nusa lembongan, bingin… everywhere we go, the same questions. sometimes not even a “hello”, the only words we get is “motorbike?” or “transport?” or “sunglasses?” or “massage?”
I visited bali four years ago and also back then it was the same. I don’t know if it has been getting worse, but I cannot see or feel anything like calmness, spirituality or altruism on this island. there are only a handful of people left who see you as a human being – for most of them, you’re an ATM.
thank you old man in nusa lembongan for your honesty and kindness (if you need a place to stay there, go visit this lovely person at “johnnys losmen” – 100.000 rupees per night per room) and thank you beach boys near mcdonalds in kuta, partying with you was really funny and you didn’t want to fuck us like so many others. thanks to you I don’t hate bali in general…
ps: eat – pay – leave!
pps: I’m quite sure in a few years, you also have to pay for the smile…
have an easy one, my dear friends. peace!
do the little baby geckos pee from the rooftop? I think so, because today in medewi there have been two raindrops falling on my hand from above, but it wasn’t raining in our room *lol* (although it rains a lot here)
I really like the lefthander here, it’s smooth and nice to beginners and longboarders, although it can get pretty huge.
unfortunately bf is bored of course, because it’s not a proper shortboard-wave. and he starts complaining about everything: the dirty water, the black sand, the rocky beach – oh dear…
dear surfer-fellows traveling on a budget: do not have dinner in one of the fancy restaurants at jimbaran beach! what a mistake – *lol*. first of all, it wasn’t really nice (the food for 10.000 rupees at kuta beach is way better!!!) and second, “we have been eating one week motorbike” like my bf put it aptly ;)
I hope he will get used to the asian food. until now, he’s not in it at all. he’s searching for food he likes everywhere, but there is no tajine or couscous in indonesia – only rice three times a day. hell, and hes misses the bread…
so beautiful… and so sad…
finally, after three exhausting flights, we landed in bali. a friend of a friend of mine picked us up at the airport, really cool, because we landed after sunset and it’s always better not to look for a room at night. she managed everything for us in advance – wow! thanks dewi!
but we will move from jimbaran to kuta, because it’s much cheaper there. hopefully we find a somewhat nice place for some nights. I don’t really want to stay in or around kuta for too long. the tourists crack my nerves. I know, we are tourists too, but you know what I mean.
I’d rather be in a small village with some nice suferdudes and -girls, nice locals, a good surf during the day and a cold bintang in the evening. hopefully I can convince my bf to go to medewi for some days – he’s not really into it yet, because he’s afraid that the lefthander might be too small for him, which could be true, but for me it would be PERFECT!!!
that’s the thing when you travel together having different surf skills. but I hope we will not fight too much about it. if you are in or around kuta, let us know. maybe we can join for a session or a drink! :)
stephsoul 