this ones gonna be pretty short but sweet, just talkin bout life at cronulla where I'm at right now.
this place should be the subject of a movie or tv show or something, its the coolest place I've been in a long long time. Its soo laid back, huge tv room with couches and bean bag chairs, tons and tons of movies, right by the beach and the bars and the gym and the shopping, 150$ a week for a bed. Plus the guy who works here hooks you up with labour jobs in town! I'm setting up nets and volleyball courts for a huge beach party today and tomorrow!! 200$ for like 12 hours of work, not even badddd.
what really makes it are the people though. There are 4 swedish girls Caroline, Caroline, Emily and Anna.. more about them later, a few italian guys, the ones I know well are Luca and Caesar...Man they're funny guys. They both always cook pasta for everyone, Caesar is always dancing around and singing, he looks like a rockstar, long hair and tattoos and always wearing a fedora, and Luca is...well Luca is a hilarious guy. He's a bit slow, and a bit of a perv, but in a very funny, well meant kind of way hahaha he makes for some serious laughs. Then there are some french canadians, very laid back and cool, and a guy from vancouver graham(also very cool.) Then there are 2 english girls, Posh and Stubby(I dont know their real names, ones just always talking about 5 star hotels, and the other..is Stubby). Then 2 italian girls, Sophia and Francesca. Very italian, very cute, very cool.
Basically I'm loving it here, I'm known as either Dave or Nova Scotia to the locals. Everyone here likes to get high, chill out and watch some movies, go to the beach to surf or bodyboard or whatever, have a few drinks, and PARTY HARD. When the time is right.
Last night was a great night of drinking and hanging out, I chilled out with Caroline #1 alot...so it was a good night. hahah we're watching the family guy movie later I think? We got a bunch of new aussie students last night, and I got really hgih with them, and drank a few beers with Tommy the crazy irishman, and then everyone chilled out at the hostel and drank for the night, it was pretty cool.
Last night...well, last night I took 4 swedish girls to a movie. Hate me now suckers! hahaha I was just hangin out at the hostel, when 2 of the girls came and invited me to go to a movie with them. I found out after I agreed it was gonna be..Music and Lyrics. Starring Hugh Grant. Alright so I gotta roll with the punches. I went out back, smoked a few hits of the pipe first, got ready to chill out,a nd we walked down to the movie. I got my ticket, and played house of the living dead, and Caroline #2 came to watch. Then we went in and watched the movie. Imagine picking your seat with 4 swedish girls. As one of the guys at the hostel said, it was "very political". I ended up sitting with Caroline #1. The movie wasnt great.
after though we came backt o the hostel,a nd I was chilling with Caroline #2 again. We had heart to hearts about mvoies and went to bed.
P.S. How many of you have gone to a movie with 4 swedish girls?
P.P.S. The movie wasnt that bad, it was kind of funny at times. Lots of 80s jokes.
Anyways I'm goin downf or lunch now, then gonna hit the beach, come back and watch family guy with Caroline maybe, and go to the gym.
love you all guys, I'm reppin Nova Scotia for ya out here I promise hahah
later
Australia 9
I'm going to go party now. Bye kids.
I'm still in Cronulla, I've got a job here now. I'm working for a guy named Joe, at a company called Flowercino's Removals. Its a moving company, basically I get 20$ an hour to carry stuff around, its been a really easy job so far, with a beer at the end of every day for free. Lovin it.
Still stayin at the hostel, life is good here. Last night was a ripper, I went to a Rugby League game, Cronulla Sharks vs the Rabbitohs. It was quite an experience, League here is like...it. Its the big sport to watch around here, and this is the big league. The stadium isn't NFL size or anything, but its big, and the atmosphere is unreal. Got my drink on at a guys house in town before the game, then went in there, got rowdy, and had a great time. After me and Kyle(one of the boys from in town) went on a mission to the bars and all over, it was a solid night.
Basically my life consists of chillin out around the hostel, going to the beach, going to the local bars, bodyboarding, swimming, working and going out around town. Its pretty sweet, I can keep this up for a while. I should be here about a month longer.
After I'm gonna travel, to either Thailand or Bali for a week or 2, then New Zealand to travel, and afterwards I'm going to spend a month at the New Zealand Rugby Academy. I've been accepted to Bishop's back home, and I'm applying to RMC as well, I've gotta decide between them soon.
I miss you guys back home, I'll be back for summer.
Love your aussie adventurer
Australia 10
I'm still in Cronulla, I've got a job here now. I'm working for a guy named Joe, at a company called Flowercino's Removals. Its a moving company, basically I get 20$ an hour to carry stuff around, its been a really easy job so far, with a beer at the end of every day for free. Lovin it.
Still stayin at the hostel, life is good here. Last night was a ripper, I went to a Rugby League game, Cronulla Sharks vs the Rabbitohs. It was quite an experience, League here is like...it. Its the big sport to watch around here, and this is the big league. The stadium isn't NFL size or anything, but its big, and the atmosphere is unreal. Got my drink on at a guys house in town before the game, then went in there, got rowdy, and had a great time. After me and Kyle(one of the boys from in town) went on a mission to the bars and all over, it was a solid night.
Basically my life consists of chillin out around the hostel, going to the beach, going to the local bars, bodyboarding, swimming, working and going out around town. Its pretty sweet, I can keep this up for a while. I should be here about a month longer.
After I'm gonna travel, to either Thailand or Bali for a week or 2, then New Zealand to travel, and afterwards I'm going to spend a month at the New Zealand Rugby Academy. I've been accepted to Bishop's back home, and I'm applying to RMC as well, I've gotta decide between them soon.
I miss you guys back home, I'll be back for summer.
Love your aussie adventurer
Australia 11
This long weekend has been insssssssssaaaaaannnneeeeeeeee!! Thursday I went into the city to this bar the Gaff, partied for a few hours, saw 300 in Imax at 1030 then went to this pumpin club called Cargobar til around 3 am, some italian girls drove us to this place Kings cross and we partied there for a bit......but it sucked, we got a cab back to cronulla, got home round 630...was up by 10.
Friday night wasn't too crazy, I was workin the next day......but I still got kept up til about 3 am, got up at 530. Fuck you terry.
Saturday night....was off the hook. At the Gaff again til like 3 then some girl took us to a strip club!! Once again, home around 630...up at 9.
Yesterday I got the camelbak out and got on the death mix and jagerbombs.....BLAHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahahah I only was out til like 1 or 2 but I was with these 4 girls all night...3 ozzies and this swedish girl ayla...you guys wouldn't even believe this shit man.
boiiiiiiis you need to be herrrreeeeeeeeeee its not the same without yas!! party up back home for me haha
I guess last weekend is a good enough story to start with......
My buddy Luca moved to bondi at the start of last week, and all week he'd been texting me and texting me, telling me I needed to come visit him in bondi, that the women were gorgeous and the partying was awesome. So Graeme and I were thinking that Saturday night we'd get a train down to Bondi and go party with him. Saturday night rolls along, and Tommy decides to join the crew. He's tagged as in the story...if you wonder what I was in for with him along for the ride, read some about him...the one where he shits on a train is pretty prime. But anyways, we get ready to go, get all dressed and I mixed up a camelbak of death mix (Mmm..death mix) with about 2/3 of a bottle of the main ingredient, they got some vodka, and we got on the train headed towards Bondi. We spent the ride down there drinking and carrying on, chatting up the girls that were on the train, and being a bit of a goon squad. By the time we got to Bondi, a bit over an hour later...we were plastered. The bus ride to Luca's is hazy at best, and the time at his house is even more blank...although I think I remember shots of Jagerbomb. We met his brazilian roommate, had a bit to eat, and waited for the primadonna s.o.b. to get ready, then we headed out. All night the plan had been to go to Bondi, but for some reason we ended up going into Darling Harbour near Central Sydney? It was a big night down there, and alot of the best clubs were either full or doing guest list/girls only. We got into a few of them, met some girls, and partied around Darling Harbour til say... Midnight? Around then we decided we weren't gonna get into any of the best clubs, and that we were going to go to somewhere else. Some time just before this, I'd decided it was time for me to get around to calling my sister and wishing her happy birthday. In my inebriated state I had to work through talking to almost my entire family just to get her number, from my stepmom to my grandparents to my cousin. Yikes. I got er done tho! But anyways. We got a cab and just asked the driver where somewhere good was to go. He dropped us across the street from some bar, and we're waiting to get across when Tommy sees a backpack hanging up in the bus shelter we're standing by and decides to go through it. He's taking things out, throwing them on the ground, trying to find something interesting when one of the guys whos working traffic or something on the street comes over absolutely flippin out. Turns out it was his backpack. Oops... Nice one. So we went to the club, another couple rounds of jagerbombs...we'd been on them all night, and we decided that it sucked. Graeme and Luca went upstairs, and left me with Tommy for a couple minutes. He wandered off, and I followed the other 2 upstairs to the dance club. We never saw Tommy again that night. Oops again. hahah
It sucked upstairs, we stayed long enough for another round of jagers and to dance a bit, but there were almost no girls and the music sucked. We kind of realized we'd lost Tommy, but we didn't know when or how, or what we were gonna do about it. In the end we just wandered out of the club, and started working our way to our classic city joint, The Gaff. Its a backpacker club with crazy contests like body painting and wet tshirts, cheap drinks, and some intense partying. Oh, and free beer from 9-10 if you're staying in a hostel. Boo Ya. Not that any of that was going on at 3 am when we got there, after maybe an hour and a half of wandering the city, chatting up more girls, getting boxes thrown at my ankle, and various other adventures/misadventures. By the time we got to the Gaff I was wasted, and I wasn't alone. The 3 of us were like the three drunksketeers, dancing like idiots talking to random people/girls, and partying our asses off. The night was pretty uneventful til the end, when I'm talking to two girls and in the process of challenging one of them to a dance off, and Luca comes up, and Graeme does too. Graeme disapproved of the girls, and he said so, they got pretty offended by that. Then Luca started dancing at them or something, and they started freaking out? They went around telling everyone he was creepin on them, and guys started looking menacing, I was pretty sure we were gonna get in a fight. Graeme managed to disappear, but I was kind of locked into the situation as the first guy to talk to them, a bit of a hapless victim. By this time its about 540 in the morning, and everyones feeling the effects. So the girls tell enough people, that eventually they told security, and they start dragging Luca out. I was laughin up a storm, thinkin how funny it was and how much it sucked...when at the last second they grabbed me too. Oops again. So we both got kicked out, I celebrated my first time getting kicked out of a club, luca swore a bunch in italian and called the girl crocodile dundee, and we went out front of the club to wait for Graeme, it was closing in 15 minutes anyway. In that 15 minutes, a bum tried to talk to us, and Luca made friends with 2 gigantic Italian guys. Weird. So Graeme came back out, and we got a cab back to Bondi. After passing out on Lucas couch for like 3 hours tops, I woke up, and stood up in my boxers..right as some english girl walked in. She got all awkward and embarassed, I groaned and pulled on my pants and stumbled to the sink. After maybe 3 liters of water, I was up and ready for some sort of action. We got Luca up, made fun of him for his porno collection, and headed to Bondi beach. Bondi beach is insane...its Huge. like H-u-g-e huge. And absolutely full of girls, tanning, and they don't like tan lines. We chilled there for most of the afternoon, tanning, chillin, swimmin, went to get some lunch at a thai restaurant nearby...all in all a solid day. After that me and graeme got the train back home...which was brutal, and took an easy night at the hostel. It was quite the mission.
Next update: I bought a surfboard. Thats right, yesterday afternoon I gave in and got the board, I'm ready to really start learning now. My buddy Kavi helped me find a good one, get it all waxed up, and then as soon as we were done buying it we went down to the beach to try it out. We were down there for a while, a couple hours probably, it was dartk by the time we were out. The board is awesome, it catches the waves so easy and goes really fast, its got bomb balance too..and it looks sexy as hell. I still suck, but it was practically my first day.. I wanted to go this morning before work, but I've got no groceries and my moneys all stuck in the bank til I go with my passport..and I work at 8, so I figured I'd be too wiped. Goin tonight at 5 tho!! Wish me luck. I got a board bag to take it home with too...There are some waves around N.S. to hit in the summer!
Thats a bit of a taste of what I've been up to lately, although theres so much more that I never write on here...just have to tell ya when I'm back!
Friday night wasn't too crazy, I was workin the next day......but I still got kept up til about 3 am, got up at 530. Fuck you terry.
Saturday night....was off the hook. At the Gaff again til like 3 then some girl took us to a strip club!! Once again, home around 630...up at 9.
Yesterday I got the camelbak out and got on the death mix and jagerbombs.....BLAHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahahah I only was out til like 1 or 2 but I was with these 4 girls all night...3 ozzies and this swedish girl ayla...you guys wouldn't even believe this shit man.
boiiiiiiis you need to be herrrreeeeeeeeeee its not the same without yas!! party up back home for me haha
I guess last weekend is a good enough story to start with......
My buddy Luca moved to bondi at the start of last week, and all week he'd been texting me and texting me, telling me I needed to come visit him in bondi, that the women were gorgeous and the partying was awesome. So Graeme and I were thinking that Saturday night we'd get a train down to Bondi and go party with him. Saturday night rolls along, and Tommy decides to join the crew. He's tagged as in the story...if you wonder what I was in for with him along for the ride, read some about him...the one where he shits on a train is pretty prime. But anyways, we get ready to go, get all dressed and I mixed up a camelbak of death mix (Mmm..death mix) with about 2/3 of a bottle of the main ingredient, they got some vodka, and we got on the train headed towards Bondi. We spent the ride down there drinking and carrying on, chatting up the girls that were on the train, and being a bit of a goon squad. By the time we got to Bondi, a bit over an hour later...we were plastered. The bus ride to Luca's is hazy at best, and the time at his house is even more blank...although I think I remember shots of Jagerbomb. We met his brazilian roommate, had a bit to eat, and waited for the primadonna s.o.b. to get ready, then we headed out. All night the plan had been to go to Bondi, but for some reason we ended up going into Darling Harbour near Central Sydney? It was a big night down there, and alot of the best clubs were either full or doing guest list/girls only. We got into a few of them, met some girls, and partied around Darling Harbour til say... Midnight? Around then we decided we weren't gonna get into any of the best clubs, and that we were going to go to somewhere else. Some time just before this, I'd decided it was time for me to get around to calling my sister and wishing her happy birthday. In my inebriated state I had to work through talking to almost my entire family just to get her number, from my stepmom to my grandparents to my cousin. Yikes. I got er done tho! But anyways. We got a cab and just asked the driver where somewhere good was to go. He dropped us across the street from some bar, and we're waiting to get across when Tommy sees a backpack hanging up in the bus shelter we're standing by and decides to go through it. He's taking things out, throwing them on the ground, trying to find something interesting when one of the guys whos working traffic or something on the street comes over absolutely flippin out. Turns out it was his backpack. Oops... Nice one. So we went to the club, another couple rounds of jagerbombs...we'd been on them all night, and we decided that it sucked. Graeme and Luca went upstairs, and left me with Tommy for a couple minutes. He wandered off, and I followed the other 2 upstairs to the dance club. We never saw Tommy again that night. Oops again. hahah
It sucked upstairs, we stayed long enough for another round of jagers and to dance a bit, but there were almost no girls and the music sucked. We kind of realized we'd lost Tommy, but we didn't know when or how, or what we were gonna do about it. In the end we just wandered out of the club, and started working our way to our classic city joint, The Gaff. Its a backpacker club with crazy contests like body painting and wet tshirts, cheap drinks, and some intense partying. Oh, and free beer from 9-10 if you're staying in a hostel. Boo Ya. Not that any of that was going on at 3 am when we got there, after maybe an hour and a half of wandering the city, chatting up more girls, getting boxes thrown at my ankle, and various other adventures/misadventures. By the time we got to the Gaff I was wasted, and I wasn't alone. The 3 of us were like the three drunksketeers, dancing like idiots talking to random people/girls, and partying our asses off. The night was pretty uneventful til the end, when I'm talking to two girls and in the process of challenging one of them to a dance off, and Luca comes up, and Graeme does too. Graeme disapproved of the girls, and he said so, they got pretty offended by that. Then Luca started dancing at them or something, and they started freaking out? They went around telling everyone he was creepin on them, and guys started looking menacing, I was pretty sure we were gonna get in a fight. Graeme managed to disappear, but I was kind of locked into the situation as the first guy to talk to them, a bit of a hapless victim. By this time its about 540 in the morning, and everyones feeling the effects. So the girls tell enough people, that eventually they told security, and they start dragging Luca out. I was laughin up a storm, thinkin how funny it was and how much it sucked...when at the last second they grabbed me too. Oops again. So we both got kicked out, I celebrated my first time getting kicked out of a club, luca swore a bunch in italian and called the girl crocodile dundee, and we went out front of the club to wait for Graeme, it was closing in 15 minutes anyway. In that 15 minutes, a bum tried to talk to us, and Luca made friends with 2 gigantic Italian guys. Weird. So Graeme came back out, and we got a cab back to Bondi. After passing out on Lucas couch for like 3 hours tops, I woke up, and stood up in my boxers..right as some english girl walked in. She got all awkward and embarassed, I groaned and pulled on my pants and stumbled to the sink. After maybe 3 liters of water, I was up and ready for some sort of action. We got Luca up, made fun of him for his porno collection, and headed to Bondi beach. Bondi beach is insane...its Huge. like H-u-g-e huge. And absolutely full of girls, tanning, and they don't like tan lines. We chilled there for most of the afternoon, tanning, chillin, swimmin, went to get some lunch at a thai restaurant nearby...all in all a solid day. After that me and graeme got the train back home...which was brutal, and took an easy night at the hostel. It was quite the mission.
Next update: I bought a surfboard. Thats right, yesterday afternoon I gave in and got the board, I'm ready to really start learning now. My buddy Kavi helped me find a good one, get it all waxed up, and then as soon as we were done buying it we went down to the beach to try it out. We were down there for a while, a couple hours probably, it was dartk by the time we were out. The board is awesome, it catches the waves so easy and goes really fast, its got bomb balance too..and it looks sexy as hell. I still suck, but it was practically my first day.. I wanted to go this morning before work, but I've got no groceries and my moneys all stuck in the bank til I go with my passport..and I work at 8, so I figured I'd be too wiped. Goin tonight at 5 tho!! Wish me luck. I got a board bag to take it home with too...There are some waves around N.S. to hit in the summer!
Thats a bit of a taste of what I've been up to lately, although theres so much more that I never write on here...just have to tell ya when I'm back!
Australia 13
Alright this time I'm not gonna accidentally delete the whole thing... hahah
Crazy. This is my last day in Cronulla. I've been here almost 2 months now! After my tour I spent 4 days in Central Sydney, staying at the Sydney Central YHA right near the station, and only a few minutes walk from Darling Harbour. Ever since then, probably around March 13th? I think.. I've been here at the Cronulla YHA. This place has been awesome, its totally another home in my books now. I'll be back here, 100%. UNSW maybe?
Ever since I first got here this place just had an unbeatable vibe. It has such a cool crew of people, is in a great location (3 minutes from the beach), and just somehow seemed to welcome me in. I met so many cool people here, from everyone around the hostel to the great friends I made around the town.
Its crazy to think its been almost 2 months here, but at the same time it almost feels like it was longer. I've experienced so much, had so many good times, big nights, and even bigger days since I've been here that it feels like a life time! From the first epic adventure on St Pattys day with everyone, to clubbing in the city with Luca and Graeme, to all the ridiculous parties at the hostel (baby party/tight and bright in particular..oh man..), and even the times hittin cones and makin music and boxing at Daves apartment, surfing down at the beach with the Van boys and so much more, even to my last night smoking a doob down on "The Ledge" with Charlotte, and havin mad heart to hearts(love ya girl, how funny was the impromptu wet tshirt contest!).
I've been to the local pub, Northies, more than a couple times, been to some very cool little local spots, skateboarded all over town, gone on missions to Bondi and Central, and had countless great days hanging out at the hostel watching movies, playing pool, havin some beers and smokin some ganja with all the super cool people from this crazy little neck of the woods.
Its crazy to think how different I probably am from this experience. I guess we're always evolving as people and changing, growing and learning more about who we are and what we want. I've definitely learnt alot of that here, some from experience, some from talking to some of the super cool people I've met here (big props on that one kavi boi), and just from growing up and getting older.
Another thing is how crazy it is that in such a short time, strangers can become friends and friends can become almost family. Everyone at the hostel kind of bonds because we all live together, but even outside that, from Luca's buddys Breon and Kyle and everyone, taking me to a rugby league game and welcoming me into their group, to Juiceboy Dave, Jimmy, Benny, and Luke who are just unreal guys, who went out of their way to be friendly and show me a good time, takin me with them partying and to secret local spots and to play music and drink and smoke and box and everything else with them, just because I guess I come off like a cool guy? You really learn to appreciate the kindness of strangers, and the ease of the transition from stranger to friend when you travel alone. It opens your eyes to how easy it is to lose yourself in one constant group of friends, and not meet new people and broaden your experience.
From Luca the crazy rich boy clubbin italian dj, to graeme the laid back canadian surfer/carpenter,to kavi the american/mauritian giant super chilled religious rasta, the van boys, drew and kruger the south african troughboys, charlotte kiwi girl extraordinaire, the french canadian boys jp phil and pat, tom the artist, alex and renzo the italians, simona, francesca, marie the norwegian/senegalese stripper, tommy, jez, and everyone else. There are really, really too many people to list that have just become unforgettable parts of my life, even if I may never see most of them again.
Living in a place like this kind of makes me wonder what I'm doing in Canada. Summer something like 8 months a year, and its still nice even in winter, right by the beach, beautiful girls, close to a big city but still a small town kind of vibe, its got everything you could ask for and so much more, but theres still something calling me to come home, at least for the summer. The moneys good here too! I was making 20$ an hour as a removalist, and 15$ an hour on most of my other jobs.
Oh well, time to move on. There are a million other cool places to see, and I've still got a few more on my list for this trip. Up next: Bali!
TOMORROW!! Jesus. I have so much to do to get ready today. I have to wash and pack all my stuff, get rid of some, make sure I have everything, buy my ticket to NZ, maybe change my ticket back home, although I have time for that before June, I can do it over the phone... Then I have to pay all my debts up, collect any debts owed to me, say bye to a bunch of people...damn its gonna be a long day.
It sucks knowing I have to get back out of being settled and get back on the road, but at the same time its exciting. Its a cool feeling knowing everything you have is on your back, and you're flying to a whole new part of the world. Bali is gonna be so incredible too. Its like that mythical tropical paradise where everything is cheap, the weather is perfect, the people are friendly, surfs up, fish are on and there are no worries AT ALL. I've heard tales of 10$ hotel rooms, 2$ hostel beds, 60 cent beers, 50 cent meals, spearfishing, scuba diving, surfing, mountain biking, whitewater rafting, fishing, swimming, partying, and anything else you can think of just about. Its pretty much as good as it gets, and I've got 28 days there to enjoy it and bask in how incredible it is.
Can't be lazy though! Gonna have to be taking advantage of all the opportunites to be active, because the next month is going to be in NZ at a Maori run rugby training camp! Its on for 100% now pretty much!! Thats honestly kind of scary. I mean on this trip I've jumped out of a plane with a parachute on, jumped off a 50 meter tower with an elastic band around my ankles, been whitewater rafting and tons of crazy experiences...but this is the first thing I'm feeling a bit scared for. If I go there not in really good shape, I'm pretty much in for a world of pain. Maoris are some big motherfuckers. You guys ever hear of the New Zealand All Blacks? You see those big Samoan lookin motherfucks screamin the Haka? Thats what I'm gonna be going to play with.
Wish me luck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Crazy. This is my last day in Cronulla. I've been here almost 2 months now! After my tour I spent 4 days in Central Sydney, staying at the Sydney Central YHA right near the station, and only a few minutes walk from Darling Harbour. Ever since then, probably around March 13th? I think.. I've been here at the Cronulla YHA. This place has been awesome, its totally another home in my books now. I'll be back here, 100%. UNSW maybe?
Ever since I first got here this place just had an unbeatable vibe. It has such a cool crew of people, is in a great location (3 minutes from the beach), and just somehow seemed to welcome me in. I met so many cool people here, from everyone around the hostel to the great friends I made around the town.
Its crazy to think its been almost 2 months here, but at the same time it almost feels like it was longer. I've experienced so much, had so many good times, big nights, and even bigger days since I've been here that it feels like a life time! From the first epic adventure on St Pattys day with everyone, to clubbing in the city with Luca and Graeme, to all the ridiculous parties at the hostel (baby party/tight and bright in particular..oh man..), and even the times hittin cones and makin music and boxing at Daves apartment, surfing down at the beach with the Van boys and so much more, even to my last night smoking a doob down on "The Ledge" with Charlotte, and havin mad heart to hearts(love ya girl, how funny was the impromptu wet tshirt contest!).
I've been to the local pub, Northies, more than a couple times, been to some very cool little local spots, skateboarded all over town, gone on missions to Bondi and Central, and had countless great days hanging out at the hostel watching movies, playing pool, havin some beers and smokin some ganja with all the super cool people from this crazy little neck of the woods.
Its crazy to think how different I probably am from this experience. I guess we're always evolving as people and changing, growing and learning more about who we are and what we want. I've definitely learnt alot of that here, some from experience, some from talking to some of the super cool people I've met here (big props on that one kavi boi), and just from growing up and getting older.
Another thing is how crazy it is that in such a short time, strangers can become friends and friends can become almost family. Everyone at the hostel kind of bonds because we all live together, but even outside that, from Luca's buddys Breon and Kyle and everyone, taking me to a rugby league game and welcoming me into their group, to Juiceboy Dave, Jimmy, Benny, and Luke who are just unreal guys, who went out of their way to be friendly and show me a good time, takin me with them partying and to secret local spots and to play music and drink and smoke and box and everything else with them, just because I guess I come off like a cool guy? You really learn to appreciate the kindness of strangers, and the ease of the transition from stranger to friend when you travel alone. It opens your eyes to how easy it is to lose yourself in one constant group of friends, and not meet new people and broaden your experience.
From Luca the crazy rich boy clubbin italian dj, to graeme the laid back canadian surfer/carpenter,to kavi the american/mauritian giant super chilled religious rasta, the van boys, drew and kruger the south african troughboys, charlotte kiwi girl extraordinaire, the french canadian boys jp phil and pat, tom the artist, alex and renzo the italians, simona, francesca, marie the norwegian/senegalese stripper, tommy, jez, and everyone else. There are really, really too many people to list that have just become unforgettable parts of my life, even if I may never see most of them again.
Living in a place like this kind of makes me wonder what I'm doing in Canada. Summer something like 8 months a year, and its still nice even in winter, right by the beach, beautiful girls, close to a big city but still a small town kind of vibe, its got everything you could ask for and so much more, but theres still something calling me to come home, at least for the summer. The moneys good here too! I was making 20$ an hour as a removalist, and 15$ an hour on most of my other jobs.
Oh well, time to move on. There are a million other cool places to see, and I've still got a few more on my list for this trip. Up next: Bali!
TOMORROW!! Jesus. I have so much to do to get ready today. I have to wash and pack all my stuff, get rid of some, make sure I have everything, buy my ticket to NZ, maybe change my ticket back home, although I have time for that before June, I can do it over the phone... Then I have to pay all my debts up, collect any debts owed to me, say bye to a bunch of people...damn its gonna be a long day.
It sucks knowing I have to get back out of being settled and get back on the road, but at the same time its exciting. Its a cool feeling knowing everything you have is on your back, and you're flying to a whole new part of the world. Bali is gonna be so incredible too. Its like that mythical tropical paradise where everything is cheap, the weather is perfect, the people are friendly, surfs up, fish are on and there are no worries AT ALL. I've heard tales of 10$ hotel rooms, 2$ hostel beds, 60 cent beers, 50 cent meals, spearfishing, scuba diving, surfing, mountain biking, whitewater rafting, fishing, swimming, partying, and anything else you can think of just about. Its pretty much as good as it gets, and I've got 28 days there to enjoy it and bask in how incredible it is.
Can't be lazy though! Gonna have to be taking advantage of all the opportunites to be active, because the next month is going to be in NZ at a Maori run rugby training camp! Its on for 100% now pretty much!! Thats honestly kind of scary. I mean on this trip I've jumped out of a plane with a parachute on, jumped off a 50 meter tower with an elastic band around my ankles, been whitewater rafting and tons of crazy experiences...but this is the first thing I'm feeling a bit scared for. If I go there not in really good shape, I'm pretty much in for a world of pain. Maoris are some big motherfuckers. You guys ever hear of the New Zealand All Blacks? You see those big Samoan lookin motherfucks screamin the Haka? Thats what I'm gonna be going to play with.
Wish me luck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bali 1
So I haven't written anything in this little web journal since I've been in Bali, which all in all is probably good because it means I'm not wasting too much time of this tropical paradise on computers! But I've decided to bite the bullet tonight, the weathers not spectacular and if I'm back at the cottage I'll just be reading anyway. Its been 12 days since I arrived here in Bali, relieved and excited. It was quite a trip getting here too....
After my last entry I had alot to do, I got almost all my stuff packed during the day, did 2 washes, and got all the business taken care of. Said a bunch of goodbyes, took the fins off my board and packed it up, and everything else. I was up bright and early the next morning, my flight was at 10 and I was up by 6. I finished my packing, got some breakfast, said bye to everyone who was up and got some last minute tips from Kruger, then went to call the cab to take me to the airport...
And trouble. Turns out because my board is a 7'6 apparently I'm going to need a Maxi Cab. Which no one has. By this point its about 7 20 in the morning, and if I get a cab I'll be at the airport with plenty of time to spare for my 10 am departure. Easy peasy right? Wrong. I called all the cab services I could find, none of them had a Maxi cab they could send. Not one. So at 7 25 in the morning I find myself suddenly in a predicament. Off to the train station I ran. I got there just in time to watch the 7 30 train leave, and by this point I'm sweating. (Not from the run..it was short, and I've not turned into that much of a fatty in Cronulla..quite..) But luckily theres a 745 train. I'm having some serious doubts at this point about whether or not I'm going to be there in time to get checked in. This could be a very expensive oversight on my part, not calling the cab ahead of time... So I catch the train, which is conveniently packed (Remember that 7'6 surfboard), so I'm bumping people and trying to stay out of the way as much as possible, with my huge backpack and even bigger board bag. Train change one, I get off and dash down some stairs and to another platform where I have to wait 5 minutes for the next train, I'm feeling very antsy at this point..seeing 8 25 tick by on the clock when you're still 2 trains away from the airport with a 10 o clock departure is a bit of a nervewracking feeling. The train comes at about 830, and so I'm off to the next stop. After bumping a few asians and getting grumbled at some more about my surfboard and whatnot.. "backpackers.." I get off, and run to the next platform where the train to the airport is coming in 10 minutes. This is when the story gets a little more pleasant. Theres a gorgeous blonde girl waiting at the stop too, and we make some nice prolonged eye contact. She's wearing a business suit and carrying only a purse, but I still for some reason feel the need to ask her if she's catching a flight? No, she's not catching a flight actually but she works at the international terminal. I tell her about my situation, and she's very reassuring saying she's sure I can make it its not far now,( 9 00 am ticks by..) and where am I going? We chat a bit, turns out she's actually born in Russia, moved to Australia when she was 14 and works in a purse store in the departures terminal, although she had no Russian accent at all. We chatted a bit more on the train, and she helped guide me along once we got there, even jogging along with me up the escalators and through to the terminal, once she's seen me to the lineup for check in she wishes me luck and walks off. If I hadn't been leaving the country for good, it would have definitely been a good idea to go for a number. So it goes.
It turned out in the end that I wasn't the only person who was running very late for his plane, it was about 9 10, 50 minutes to departure and the lineup was friggin big. I ended up talking to the family behind me, and relaxing quite a bit at this point. It took a while but I got all my bags checked, and got some Australian money changed to Rupiah as well as the 25$ American I'd need for my Visa on arrival. Going through Customs I got hassled about my wash battered passport a bit, but eventually let through and I made it to the plane in a familiar situation: being called over the intercom as one of the last passengers. Oh well, at least this time I wasn't the very last.
I've learned to sleep on airplanes, trains, buses, and any other mode of transportation quite easily since I've been travelling so I spent the 6.5 hours of the flight pretty much entirely asleep. Finally they pass, and I wake up with about 25 minutes to landing. The excitement is really setting in at this point. After trying desperately to see out the window even though I'm in the middle row as we're landing, we finally disembark at the airport. When we get down into the area where they sell visas and have customs, bag pickup and etc I get an idea of what I'm in for. On the way down to the left there is an incredible temple like building, covered in intricate wood carvings and designs. I stopped to look for a couple minutes, fascinated. Then I continued on through what turned out to be a pretty painless set of customs, got my bags after a pretty long wait and headed outside. Now I have to deal with my unresolved problem of accomodation.....
I get outside, and first thing that happens a little man with pamphlets starts accosting me if I want accomodation in Kuta. Which is where I need to go at first anyway..Well this might work. So I haggled with him a bit about price on the spot, got a brochure written down with some prices, and got a taxi into town figuring on ditching if I didn't like the place anyway. Turns out here they can fit 7'6 surfboards into small normal cars...bloody Australians....so I get a ride into this out of the way Hotel called the Hotel Pendawa.
Man I can't believe I've written this much and I've only arrived at the first friggin hotel. There is no way I can catch up to where I am now in one sitting....Its funny I've been thinking all day how I've felt like writing, and I wasn't even necessarily planning on writing in this way, just a general story, I was thinking more of a journal style entry thinking about what I've done than just a list of the actions..but I guess first things first, I underestimated how much I would remember or something...shit theres so much more.. I should never have let myself get so far behind!
Blahh..but anyways so I get to the hotel, haggle a bit more about price, get a room...for about 20$ a night, cheaper than I was paying in Cronulla for a dorm room bed, but still pretty expensive for Bali. It turned out to be worth it though, both in experiences and friends made as well as the hotel itself. Hotel Pendawa is a very cool little spot, it has a restaurant called the Kama sutra where for a couple bucks you can get decent Indonesian and alright Western food, a nice little pool, great friendly staff and nice A/C rooms with shitty bathrooms hahah. I got into my room, which was a little bit of paradise to me after dorm life for so long... my own bathroom?!?! My own DOUBLE bed?!?!?!?!? ..Damnnnnnnnn......this is gonna be nice. Then afterwards I decided to go out and explore Kuta.
For anyone whos been to Mexico, in a way Kuta will definitely remind you of it. Every step you take people are trying to sell you something "Tshirt? Tshirt? Tour? ...Young girl? Marijuana? Mushroom? Massage? Transport?" Constantly hailed with a barrage of attempted sales, I'm not used to this yet. It was getting annoying, and 3 guys managed to corrall me into their shop. The boys had a bit of a ringleader in the way of Greg Norman, a local guy who turned into a bit of an impromptu tour guide for me over the next few guys, some times to my great appreciation...other times not so much. This night he did pretty well by me though. After I got the shirts, I asked them where was somewhere good to go for dinner...5 minutes later I'm on the back of a scooter, ripping down some tiny little alleyway on the way to a seafood restaurant in Jimbaran. This place is incredible. You take your pick of a selection of fresh seafood at the front, and they cook it right up for you while you sit on the beach and drink Bintang(the local Pilsener beer) and watch the sunset. I guess me and greg norman had a bit of a date. It was a bit weird, but I just decided to go with the flow. I ended up talking to some Saudi Arabian guys next to me, they passed me their hookah with some proper Saudi Arabian sheesha in it (like the real flavoured tobacco), now I hate tobacco...but this stuff was actually delicious, it tasted like apples and liquorice, and it was like glowing bricks, it was really odd but really nice. Then the food came, I had red snapper. 10 bucks, which at the time seemed really cheap, got me a decent sized fish, a big bowl of rice, and a selection of sauces to go with it. It was bloody DELICIOUS. Unreal, some of the best fish I ever had. At the end feeling very contented I was taken back to my hotel and retired, quite wiped, to my room. The next day I rented my motorcycle. Most people around there have scooters, but I managed to negotiate myself a manual real motorcycle for about the price of an automatic scooter..a luxury I have been absolutely loving lately. After this I set off to learn to ride the thing. I read in a guidebook that Bali is not an ideal place to learn to ride a motorcycle...BLOODY RIGHT. The traffic is INSANE. People passing on all sides, dodging and weaving and crossing centerlines with abandon, there is a mad chaos to traffic that is very intimidating at first. I drive aimlessly, heading this way and that as I get the hang of riding this motorcycle. More than once I hear angry cries of "turista", when I do something stupid. Oh well, gotta learn somehow. I managed to get a ways out of kuta into quieter roads, when I realized I was sold a bike with NO GAS. I hopelessly tried to find a gas station, to no luck, but luckily in Bali there is a gas black market. Stands at the side of the road sell it for 5000 Rupiah a litre, about 500 over gas station prices. I got a few liters in a tank at one of these stands and then continued on my way. By this point I am lost as hell, but that was part of the plan. Its not a huge island, I figure I can get back to my hotel easily. So I keep driving, going down this little side road until I find this quiet little beach with huge waves and only one person surfing, and no one on the beach! I decided to sit there for a while and watch the guy surf. More people came and tried to sell me hats and paintings, but after a few minutes of nos they become contented to sit with me. I talked to them a bit, and eventually the surfer got out after not catching any waves. The locals told me he was canadian...but he was spanish. We ended up talking about the beach, which was a bit of a secret local spot, and the locals, and this that and the other, and I got him to guide me back to Kuta. He showed me a main road that went straight into it, I thanked him and went on my way. I managed to get into Kuta...but once I was there had no idea how to get to my hotel. I ended up driving around a bit, and then right through it, all over the general area in circles and criss crosses and assorted patterns, until eventually I got back into familiar territory. In the end I asked for directions to my hotel, and they told me "Oh, easy, right straight then left", so I followed this...no luck, and I tried again. And again. And a few more times, getitng more and more frustrated all the time. In the end after a few hours of trying, I turned down the unmarked alley that you had to go down to get back to the hotel, and returned very tired and very frustrated and not sure I could do it again. I talked to some of the friends I'd made from around the hotel, and they managed to convince me to drink with them and go out, even though I was planning on not drinking much in Bali. So it goes. It was me, Chris (a 21 year old guy from Jersey, which is part of the UK in an odd way), and some local girls from the hotel, Teeney, Mango and Ani. Ani, by the way, is gorgeous, a model, and Teeney is pretty decent herself, Mango...is funny. Gotta love her. So we go to one club, the Sky Garden, which wasnt bad...then onto the next, Embargo. Embargo is an unreal club, one of my favourites since I've been travelling, sick mix of hip hop playing, cheap drinks and TONS of hot girls. It was a good night.
The next day...was a bit lazy. Hung out by the pool, swam, read, chilled, etc. The Indo boys came around at night determined to take me somewhere and do something, I let them take me to one of their shops but I didn't buy anything, ended up going home and pleading tiredness.
But I'm gonna do the same now I just can't bring myself to write more tonight. I'll continue tomorrow, man theres so much more I haven't even got to any of the good parts yet. Theres still a huge party, surfing, some very cool friends, an incredible tour, a motorcycle accident(very minor), board dings, a ridiculously long motorcycle ride, and a massive change of scene from kuta..and still more. Til tomorrow.
After my last entry I had alot to do, I got almost all my stuff packed during the day, did 2 washes, and got all the business taken care of. Said a bunch of goodbyes, took the fins off my board and packed it up, and everything else. I was up bright and early the next morning, my flight was at 10 and I was up by 6. I finished my packing, got some breakfast, said bye to everyone who was up and got some last minute tips from Kruger, then went to call the cab to take me to the airport...
And trouble. Turns out because my board is a 7'6 apparently I'm going to need a Maxi Cab. Which no one has. By this point its about 7 20 in the morning, and if I get a cab I'll be at the airport with plenty of time to spare for my 10 am departure. Easy peasy right? Wrong. I called all the cab services I could find, none of them had a Maxi cab they could send. Not one. So at 7 25 in the morning I find myself suddenly in a predicament. Off to the train station I ran. I got there just in time to watch the 7 30 train leave, and by this point I'm sweating. (Not from the run..it was short, and I've not turned into that much of a fatty in Cronulla..quite..) But luckily theres a 745 train. I'm having some serious doubts at this point about whether or not I'm going to be there in time to get checked in. This could be a very expensive oversight on my part, not calling the cab ahead of time... So I catch the train, which is conveniently packed (Remember that 7'6 surfboard), so I'm bumping people and trying to stay out of the way as much as possible, with my huge backpack and even bigger board bag. Train change one, I get off and dash down some stairs and to another platform where I have to wait 5 minutes for the next train, I'm feeling very antsy at this point..seeing 8 25 tick by on the clock when you're still 2 trains away from the airport with a 10 o clock departure is a bit of a nervewracking feeling. The train comes at about 830, and so I'm off to the next stop. After bumping a few asians and getting grumbled at some more about my surfboard and whatnot.. "backpackers.." I get off, and run to the next platform where the train to the airport is coming in 10 minutes. This is when the story gets a little more pleasant. Theres a gorgeous blonde girl waiting at the stop too, and we make some nice prolonged eye contact. She's wearing a business suit and carrying only a purse, but I still for some reason feel the need to ask her if she's catching a flight? No, she's not catching a flight actually but she works at the international terminal. I tell her about my situation, and she's very reassuring saying she's sure I can make it its not far now,( 9 00 am ticks by..) and where am I going? We chat a bit, turns out she's actually born in Russia, moved to Australia when she was 14 and works in a purse store in the departures terminal, although she had no Russian accent at all. We chatted a bit more on the train, and she helped guide me along once we got there, even jogging along with me up the escalators and through to the terminal, once she's seen me to the lineup for check in she wishes me luck and walks off. If I hadn't been leaving the country for good, it would have definitely been a good idea to go for a number. So it goes.
It turned out in the end that I wasn't the only person who was running very late for his plane, it was about 9 10, 50 minutes to departure and the lineup was friggin big. I ended up talking to the family behind me, and relaxing quite a bit at this point. It took a while but I got all my bags checked, and got some Australian money changed to Rupiah as well as the 25$ American I'd need for my Visa on arrival. Going through Customs I got hassled about my wash battered passport a bit, but eventually let through and I made it to the plane in a familiar situation: being called over the intercom as one of the last passengers. Oh well, at least this time I wasn't the very last.
I've learned to sleep on airplanes, trains, buses, and any other mode of transportation quite easily since I've been travelling so I spent the 6.5 hours of the flight pretty much entirely asleep. Finally they pass, and I wake up with about 25 minutes to landing. The excitement is really setting in at this point. After trying desperately to see out the window even though I'm in the middle row as we're landing, we finally disembark at the airport. When we get down into the area where they sell visas and have customs, bag pickup and etc I get an idea of what I'm in for. On the way down to the left there is an incredible temple like building, covered in intricate wood carvings and designs. I stopped to look for a couple minutes, fascinated. Then I continued on through what turned out to be a pretty painless set of customs, got my bags after a pretty long wait and headed outside. Now I have to deal with my unresolved problem of accomodation.....
I get outside, and first thing that happens a little man with pamphlets starts accosting me if I want accomodation in Kuta. Which is where I need to go at first anyway..Well this might work. So I haggled with him a bit about price on the spot, got a brochure written down with some prices, and got a taxi into town figuring on ditching if I didn't like the place anyway. Turns out here they can fit 7'6 surfboards into small normal cars...bloody Australians....so I get a ride into this out of the way Hotel called the Hotel Pendawa.
Man I can't believe I've written this much and I've only arrived at the first friggin hotel. There is no way I can catch up to where I am now in one sitting....Its funny I've been thinking all day how I've felt like writing, and I wasn't even necessarily planning on writing in this way, just a general story, I was thinking more of a journal style entry thinking about what I've done than just a list of the actions..but I guess first things first, I underestimated how much I would remember or something...shit theres so much more.. I should never have let myself get so far behind!
Blahh..but anyways so I get to the hotel, haggle a bit more about price, get a room...for about 20$ a night, cheaper than I was paying in Cronulla for a dorm room bed, but still pretty expensive for Bali. It turned out to be worth it though, both in experiences and friends made as well as the hotel itself. Hotel Pendawa is a very cool little spot, it has a restaurant called the Kama sutra where for a couple bucks you can get decent Indonesian and alright Western food, a nice little pool, great friendly staff and nice A/C rooms with shitty bathrooms hahah. I got into my room, which was a little bit of paradise to me after dorm life for so long... my own bathroom?!?! My own DOUBLE bed?!?!?!?!? ..Damnnnnnnnn......this is gonna be nice. Then afterwards I decided to go out and explore Kuta.
For anyone whos been to Mexico, in a way Kuta will definitely remind you of it. Every step you take people are trying to sell you something "Tshirt? Tshirt? Tour? ...Young girl? Marijuana? Mushroom? Massage? Transport?" Constantly hailed with a barrage of attempted sales, I'm not used to this yet. It was getting annoying, and 3 guys managed to corrall me into their shop. The boys had a bit of a ringleader in the way of Greg Norman, a local guy who turned into a bit of an impromptu tour guide for me over the next few guys, some times to my great appreciation...other times not so much. This night he did pretty well by me though. After I got the shirts, I asked them where was somewhere good to go for dinner...5 minutes later I'm on the back of a scooter, ripping down some tiny little alleyway on the way to a seafood restaurant in Jimbaran. This place is incredible. You take your pick of a selection of fresh seafood at the front, and they cook it right up for you while you sit on the beach and drink Bintang(the local Pilsener beer) and watch the sunset. I guess me and greg norman had a bit of a date. It was a bit weird, but I just decided to go with the flow. I ended up talking to some Saudi Arabian guys next to me, they passed me their hookah with some proper Saudi Arabian sheesha in it (like the real flavoured tobacco), now I hate tobacco...but this stuff was actually delicious, it tasted like apples and liquorice, and it was like glowing bricks, it was really odd but really nice. Then the food came, I had red snapper. 10 bucks, which at the time seemed really cheap, got me a decent sized fish, a big bowl of rice, and a selection of sauces to go with it. It was bloody DELICIOUS. Unreal, some of the best fish I ever had. At the end feeling very contented I was taken back to my hotel and retired, quite wiped, to my room. The next day I rented my motorcycle. Most people around there have scooters, but I managed to negotiate myself a manual real motorcycle for about the price of an automatic scooter..a luxury I have been absolutely loving lately. After this I set off to learn to ride the thing. I read in a guidebook that Bali is not an ideal place to learn to ride a motorcycle...BLOODY RIGHT. The traffic is INSANE. People passing on all sides, dodging and weaving and crossing centerlines with abandon, there is a mad chaos to traffic that is very intimidating at first. I drive aimlessly, heading this way and that as I get the hang of riding this motorcycle. More than once I hear angry cries of "turista", when I do something stupid. Oh well, gotta learn somehow. I managed to get a ways out of kuta into quieter roads, when I realized I was sold a bike with NO GAS. I hopelessly tried to find a gas station, to no luck, but luckily in Bali there is a gas black market. Stands at the side of the road sell it for 5000 Rupiah a litre, about 500 over gas station prices. I got a few liters in a tank at one of these stands and then continued on my way. By this point I am lost as hell, but that was part of the plan. Its not a huge island, I figure I can get back to my hotel easily. So I keep driving, going down this little side road until I find this quiet little beach with huge waves and only one person surfing, and no one on the beach! I decided to sit there for a while and watch the guy surf. More people came and tried to sell me hats and paintings, but after a few minutes of nos they become contented to sit with me. I talked to them a bit, and eventually the surfer got out after not catching any waves. The locals told me he was canadian...but he was spanish. We ended up talking about the beach, which was a bit of a secret local spot, and the locals, and this that and the other, and I got him to guide me back to Kuta. He showed me a main road that went straight into it, I thanked him and went on my way. I managed to get into Kuta...but once I was there had no idea how to get to my hotel. I ended up driving around a bit, and then right through it, all over the general area in circles and criss crosses and assorted patterns, until eventually I got back into familiar territory. In the end I asked for directions to my hotel, and they told me "Oh, easy, right straight then left", so I followed this...no luck, and I tried again. And again. And a few more times, getitng more and more frustrated all the time. In the end after a few hours of trying, I turned down the unmarked alley that you had to go down to get back to the hotel, and returned very tired and very frustrated and not sure I could do it again. I talked to some of the friends I'd made from around the hotel, and they managed to convince me to drink with them and go out, even though I was planning on not drinking much in Bali. So it goes. It was me, Chris (a 21 year old guy from Jersey, which is part of the UK in an odd way), and some local girls from the hotel, Teeney, Mango and Ani. Ani, by the way, is gorgeous, a model, and Teeney is pretty decent herself, Mango...is funny. Gotta love her. So we go to one club, the Sky Garden, which wasnt bad...then onto the next, Embargo. Embargo is an unreal club, one of my favourites since I've been travelling, sick mix of hip hop playing, cheap drinks and TONS of hot girls. It was a good night.
The next day...was a bit lazy. Hung out by the pool, swam, read, chilled, etc. The Indo boys came around at night determined to take me somewhere and do something, I let them take me to one of their shops but I didn't buy anything, ended up going home and pleading tiredness.
But I'm gonna do the same now I just can't bring myself to write more tonight. I'll continue tomorrow, man theres so much more I haven't even got to any of the good parts yet. Theres still a huge party, surfing, some very cool friends, an incredible tour, a motorcycle accident(very minor), board dings, a ridiculously long motorcycle ride, and a massive change of scene from kuta..and still more. Til tomorrow.
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