Bali in transit: me and my baik baik, motorbike.
Recently, I joined a friend for coffee in Kerobokan before taking a bunch of back roads to Cenggu for my first surf since I arrived. I was able to do this because I acquired a motorbike.
Yes, a month in and I’ve only just got back on a board, but I have a good reason. There is rubbish every where! Surfing in the waste washing up from Java is like swimming in the brain of Tony Abbott. Plastic wraps around your ankles and wrists, the threat of an ear infection lurks and that dead puffer fish on the shore line looks very ominous. I made a mental note to tactically chunder any swallowed sea water. Reason number two: I am a pale person and burn to a crisp simply riding my bike, so factor in two hours of lying on a surf board and a chef from a seafood restaurant will be chasing me down the street convinced he’s found his evening’s lobster special. Both of those reasons, soon became reality, and they made that wave even sweeter, reminding me with a pelting hit of adrenaline, what you gain from board-sports.)