Trip and Surf Journal: Tue 4.30 (surf day 35 — Legian Day 4)

Simplify. Divest.  CUT DOWN.

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Nice Indo butcher knife and cutting board.

Wake up w/ a fresh round of the same sickness and junk the whole family has been fighting for a week now.  Tropical stuffiness! We are counting down the days to the next phase of Thailand/Cambodia and what not — and a big deal is to lighten our load.  I knew going in I wanted to go light.  We’ve had some close calls so far, getting help from a porter or something or me and a car . . . but we are about to be way more “backpacker” and HAVE to be able to carry all of our stuff on our collective backs for at least 1k /  hour . . . I’ve done the math enough to know, I know the pieces fit, TOOL. — so along w/ that we brought WAY more stuff than we need, some of that is because we are American goons, some of it because we didn’t know for sure what we would and would not need, etc.   But now we are paring down, going to store a bag in Indo, drop the surfboard too (a whole other calculus, more post on that later) — but anyway I seriously ditch half of my clothes and a bunch of other stuff into the storage bag, it feels good.  It is easy to know what I need and don’t now.  And I don’t need much.  Clothes, Fam, Money, Comm gear, that should do it :)  Let’s roll.  We get it down to this . . .

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More to figure out and dial in — Thailand and Cambodia and service projects, work ongoing.  We continue to get donations, and it blows my mind and warms my heart 10x every time.  So cool.

My old man body is buckling under the bags and surf and heat and diet — sometimes it is just not there.  But I know I am about to say goodbye to the ocean and surf and waves for 4-6 weeks (maybe some ocean, but no surf) — and anyway I drag my aching neck and shoulders and sick and half starved ass down to the ocean after early morning rain and dealing and what not — and surprise find the best session I’ve had in a week.  Including a great French dude and Indo dude — the three of us working the same peak — I am known as “California”.  Here is the first exchange:

French: Sunscreen on your head?

Me: Yeah, every time.

French: With wind, you don’t know, but at night, you know [as in — you are burned!]

Me: Oh yeah, I’ve been there.

French: Where you from?

Me: America

French: Not so many American here

Me: Yeah, kind of cool for me

French: Yeah, and ME!

Me: laugh ass off

Indo: You California

Me: Yeah, you? Kuta?

Indo: No, Balian

Me: Love Balian

Indo: You been Balian?! Yeah!

And on we go.  Just fun, a french, indo and amurican, just mixing it up, this is on Legian beach, hard by Kuta, the most insane idiocy you might find touron zone . . . and yet here I am walked 5 min from villa to beach dumped in ocean and me and these 2 cats w/ some good conditions all to ourselves.  This after fighting for waves on Lembongan!  So funny, again, ski analogies, like when you have an afternoon of perfect wind buff on headwall or kt 22 . . . or you go to jakes on a sunday in january and you and 3 cats have the whole thing to yourself  and it conditions are way better than you or anyone thought . . . my boy Bill said it: ALWAYS GO. Digression: Bill wanted to bug ski gloves.  He is cheap.  Cheaper than me.  I will pay for performance, a premium.  He is ilke what gloves.  I’m saying get leather and vortex and don’t look back.  This is 10 years ago at least btw.  Bill says but that costs $70.  I say yeah, so.  He says I just need some ski gloves, I think I can buy some for $10 or $20.  I say yeah but maybe your hands are frozen or soaked or both or wharvevs.  He says maybe, but maybe not.  He says I think you glove buying strategy is to “PAY MORE”.  I love this.  Strategy = Pay more.  This should be on a kooky indo t shirt.  Admit, you’ve executed on a strategy to PAY MORE.  If you are from a developed country.  You need to go 3rd world every now and then just to remind yourself what a fat spending pig you really are.  Laughing at myself so hard I love it!

Back from digression.  We need a car.  Hire or taxi or whatever.  We got sights to see and errands to roll on the last full day in Bali tomorrow.  I find the rental zone and work out a car for $15 and the dudes finally drop it off late tonight and we have another one of those “do I trust you / all fair?” kind of interactions . . . wish I could bottle this stuff w/ the kids. Hmmm.  Anyway, we have a meep meep to do stuff with tomorrow. And there will be a lot of stuff!

I cook again tonight.  I’ve figured out how to turn a $3 whole chicken into a pretty awesome meal!  Spices are cheap, the chickens are so fresh, they slow cook w/ the right amount of love in some broth w/ veggies in a standard pot/broth/lid, about 90 minutes.  Takes 6 hours to get this done at home in a slow cooker.  Tonight is a Rendang based sauce.  Black rice, fresh veggie.  Soon (thailand) we are on the street food / resto diet again, which is cool, just tough for day after day.  We all swell up w/ the salt from the resto food . . .  it is really funny.  Even the kids!  Sorry guys.

Trip and Surf Journal: Mon 4.29 (surf day 34 — Legian Day 3)

Locals beach.  Touron shopping. 

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Swell is still up and tides say yo do a morning beach program.  We walk maybe 2k at 8:30am and find our crew that we know for shade and surf and trinkets and whatevs.  That the fam can roll out like this and enjoy a walk like this at this time w/ a board and we land in land of known cats is so awesome.  Angel and the crew may yet play a larger role in our logistics game. We are in the heart of “commercial bali” but the funny thing like anywhere else is if you get local on it no stress.  The issue is this piece of beach is close to airport, close to shopping/services, close to food, close to kid friendly beach, has some waves for surfing . . .  maybe not perfect for everyone but really good for everyone!  Glad we are here, CD shopping is awesome, kids going nuts in big pool, crib is quiet for sleeping, things mostly work, we ride.  Hello Kitty Sarong, its on

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We hit Tuban and Joger and Krishna for the insane ‘shopping at scale’ kind of experience and just to wade in and get it — includes the most brutal 1k of walking we’ve done and a blown up sidewalk/road/or whatever.  Funny at the stores and shops its like we’ve sort of seen it all I guess already, but cool to have scoped it.  We buy our favorite peanuts, because they are there.  Kids rock me a bracelet, cool

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Trip and Surf Journal: Sun 4.28 (no surf — Legian Day 2)

Recovery and Planning what is NEXT.

Random pic having nothing to do w/ the day  — your butcher knife and chopping block:

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Not really planned or not planned but just end up being an insane day of logistics and sorting things out and not hanging on by a thread.

More random pic so this post is not cardboard right . . .

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The morning is about connecting with the rest of the world,  my portfolio companies and business, family and community, all of these things.  Megan taking a walk.  School with the kids.  Internet.  Where are we staying in Bangkok!?!  That is coming up now.  The mid-day is about store and money and finalizing the villa deal and fixing somethings that are janked out at the villa with the help (and not) of the staff.  The afternoon is about more of the former and swimming and pool.

We eat in on daddy’s cooking and it is good getting our feet under us again a little . . .

 

Trip and Surf Journal: Sat 4.27 (surf day 33 – Lembongan to Legian)

Devil’s Tear.  Crazy parents. Going back to Bali.

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Another wild day, just learning and having fun along the way for all of us.

I wake up at 6:00 in our little beach hut and all are racked and have been sick and are sick or tired or something — net is I read for a while but it is so beautiful out I decide the best way to surf is to walk — I don’t think tides and what not will have things rocking but don’t care I have the early am window and the team just wants to sleep I think so I’m out.

Walking, a walk we did 2 days ago, half hour later at the bay, then big paddle 2 guys are out and there is not much but it’s cool and chill — less wind and current and crowd (and swell, duh) then I’ve seen on Wedn and Thu but cool.  So me and Al chat it us, all he does in reenforce my thought that Aussies are probably the coolest white peeps.  He has a villa here on Lembongan, I won’t share all the economics and ins and outs of how he pulls/pulled it, but suffice it to say if you are willing to commit and dig in like anything else you can have paradise at scale for what we think of as “cheap”.  We ride some crumblers here and there too, it’s fun.  The wind and current are down, and I can see fish and the reef w/out a mask.  It’s pretty sick.  Walking 30 min here and there along beach and path and dodging high tide on the way back — a wicked high tide for the island btw — soaking everything above seawalls and what not — anyway good mission.

Back at the crib the crew has all slept in and is feeling better which is awesome.  Megan and I have been discussing how w/ one motor bike we get the crew out and about I want them to see more of what I scouted yesterday — Devil’s Tear area which is like big sur and carmel on roids or something.  Just cool.  Anyway we decide I take Megan out there and we leave the kids in town I know it sounds crazy but it works — my biggest concern is actually that I dust me/Megan on the route like pres and vp on the same plane and Keira has to go all Island of blue dolphins on us or something!  All good, I drop Megan w/ camera and trails and intel and go back and kids are there and locals as expected have just been gobbling them up.  So we ride and pass tons of school kids and the waving and smiles and Aili squeals and Keira squeezes are so good.  And we there for an amazing, powerful fam session at Devils Tear — power of nature on display for all.  Too much at times for Aili but ok. Just awesome power of nature going on for everyone.

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We ride FOUR up (all of us) back, not I”m not scared of a flat tire or what not and take super chill route and we make it back and are then dealing w/ sick high tide and no beach and adventure of 100m just to get to our hut.

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Make it, pack, figure out and haggle some bs on the bill and the Scoot cruise dudes don’t do bags, whatevs.  Lot’s of hauling bags around, motivating the slimming to come on gear. Awesome people watching while we wait for boats, hungover all nighter ragers to models . . .

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Blow out back on bags pissed but so it goes.  The boat scene is wild, way more peeps and swell, and the fam is champs.  And somehow we get us and all our shizz to the new spot in Legian, and we all want to pass out . . .

But no, we know the next 2 hours are critical.  On check in ask 100 questions and confirm critical things are working . . . get to a market and get food . . . hit pools or ocean and rinse and soak it all in and cook dinner and get ready for the next thing.  The fam really is amazing.  Deep love.

Trip and Surf Journal: Fri 4.26 (no surf — Lembongan Day 4)

Motorbikes, Motorboats.  MOTORHEAD INDO STYLE.  The right style.

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This day is strange and cool and different in many ways.  The whole crew is kinda sick.  Not sick RAD but sick, not feeling great. I have to wait until 7:30 for coffee, but am up since 5 after going to bed camping style at 9.  It’s ok, lot’s of camping hut snuggles and listening to waves and AM reading.  I actually wake up so hungry my first thought is going fishing — like hiring a dude w/ a boat to take me fishing.  Not actually for “fun” but I’m not kidding, for food I bring back and BBQ tonight.  So funny.  Not like I don’t have money or can’t buy food — but when we have no kitchen/fridge/etc. and the locals live on fried rice and I want protein and veggies (generalizing here) the body/mind start to do their own thing. I am 30 min walk and big paddle from surfing now (hire a boat or something to get to breaks is another option but not dealing) and the surf is actually not up at all in the morning zone I can hit it at the spot and my body is torched anyway from big paddles to get to the lembongan breaks the past 2 days not to mention the wind/currents/etc.  (shoulders in surfing I guess are the “new knees” of cycling/skiing :) So old.

Breakfast is included at the hut and we rock simple Indo Bananna pancakes and (extra $$) eggs and coffee and soak it in.  Morning snorkel is really, really cool.  Mushroom Bay after the mushroom corral.  Some sick currents and swell rolling around and as much as anything get some adventure fix, all good.  Just me on this one. I line up a snorkeling and fishing and boat cruising trip for us later in the day and rent a motorbike to go explore and also to deal (have to make further travel / accommodation stuff, boat/plane/blah resizes, on and on) — I am out of phone credits and no internet in this out there zone — so necessity is the mother of invention, motivation to deal as it were . . . so I track down a freakin motorbike to rent $5 for 24 hours . . .  and strap gear to my back Chrome bag is doing Lembongan . . . and roll on dirt tracks / etc. to this island and see what I can find . . .

Motor bike — last one of these I drove was Durkin’s in college, he was so ASEAN and didn’t even know it :)

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Indo Single Track, YES

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End up exploring most of the island it is small.  Amazing little beaches and coves everywhere.  Not kid friendly on the ocean tip so much, but camera friendly and hiker friendly.  I’ll feature Devil’s Tear in tomorrow’s post . . .

Have some beach break?

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Seaweed farms, Cenningan Island, etc.

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I will get the kids and the fam out to some of these zones.  We’ve figured out how to make me the Scout/Recon dude.  Send myself out to recon the zone on foot/bike/moto/etc. . . . often foot is the move — come back w/ recco’s for the crew and plans and away we go.

So I end up finding Cenningan bridge and seaweed farms so that is known and I can take fam later . . . then to the village and find internet and a place to add phone credits. 1.5 hours later I’ve done a lot w/ computers and phones and commas and finally connect w/ the key lady (for the next day!) and lock in our next few nights back on Bali and arrangements and exhale — I did not want to be having the boat guys dump us in Bali on some Sanur sand w/ all bags and no room — that is a lot easier to do when you are a backpacker not a fam and I have been skirmishing w/ the line a little too much.  Lembongan has been adventure all the way, cool. Riding the motorbike (ney, scooter) is kind of like mountain biking in terms of having to pick lines (around potholes and ditches and dodging bigger stuff like trucks) and the roads are half dirt/half paved anyway and I find that weighting the vehicle fore/aft and turning from the core for reals and other cycling techniques are in full play. Get back to our end of world spot and have time to take the kids for a scooter tour to Cenningan Island/bridge/etc.  Super fun, Aili in front and Keira in back (I think I could get Megan on this thing too).  I’m in a daughter sando and we are rocketing around the Island its like a carnival ride for them, and for me.  We walk the bridge, everyone is waving at the girls, they are so unique and beautiful to the locals, so awesome (they are that to me of course, but uh, I’m biased!).  Waves and smiles really are universal and worth the world.

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We get back and rally and ready for the boat trip.  I’ve specifically rented the Bali fishing boat.  No western touron cruise boat here.  A hollowed log w/ some outriggers painted cool colors w/ a vitamix I mean chainsaw and mean outboard motor clamped on. We pile in.  It’s magic.  Slow, steady and rolling.  It is a handmade boat of bamboo outriggers and carved out of some big tree and painted super cool — the standard Indo fishing boat we see.  We motor out into the bay and tie off for snorkeling.  It is as sunny and calm as I’ve seen it in 3 days.  I can tell the snorkeling is going to be insane.  We drop off the side of the boat and minds are blown.  None moreso than Aili who gazes on that tropical world for the first time and squeals with delight for all of Lembongan to hear.  Over and over.  We spend an hour in various kid and not kid missions w/ snorkels and masks.  It might be the best snorkeling I’ve ever done/seen — not that I’m some snorkeling master but I’ve seen some cool hawaii/mex/etc. stuff and this was insane.

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Then we motor to a new spot and we fish w/ Indo tackle, kind of a shank but fun.  3 small reef fish.

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Don’t catch my dinner.  Oh well.  It’s just fun holding the line w/ the kids and letting them feel the fish tugs on the bait!  Awesome boat trip.  Another amazing sunset and Agung, then Warung in town for dinner, yeah I found one w/ fish on the menu just in case!

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The crew is racked at 9pm and I have juice beyond the deck so walk back and hit a bar that is supposed to just be playing western movies which is an indo theatre/bar/social kind of thing — but instead it is like, as far as I can discern, week 15 or 16 in the NFL, and playoff berths are on the line and games are critical, and we are talking AFL now yo, Aussie Rules Football.  Aussie’s rule the touron zone here.  But it is insane, 20 peeps going nuts on the last 1/3 of a match and I’m trying to sort the rules and having weird flashbacks to early having cable as a kid and ESPN .  . . and the refs w/ the dope hand signals you feel me! — but I’m trying not to be too much a wide eyed amurican touron and the aussie crew is sucking me in and we are sucking the bintang and I never quite sort it but feel like I just watched an insane meaningful NFL game at a bar w/ a bunch of fans of said critical NFL team.  It’s fun.  They ask me ZERO questions about the NFL or “American Rules football”.  Stumble home.

Nusa Lembongan in sum

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This is how Nusa Lembongan welcomes us. Spectacular.

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Off the boat

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And off we go

In a word: ADVENTURE. In another: CHILLAX (where chill and relax meet, if you’re not familiar. The girls use it regularly. What kind of teacher am I?) those two words describe Nusa Lembongan, or at least my/our experience on this beautiful island off the east coast of Bali.

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Sunsets are the best we’ve seen yet. Awe-inspiring view of Mt. Agung unlike any you’d get on Bali. Often cloudless, the massive volcano sits there beyond the Strait and is magically grounding. Perhaps it calls to the me reminding me of the mountains at home and that is why I feel so rooted here, despite the fact we’re moving on tomorrow.

To provide context for how strange it feels to be utterly at peace right now I need to start with describing the overland and sea day it took to get here from our post in Balian (north west Bali, if you recall). Three hour drive in worst traffic yet (enormous cargo trucks playing chicken with tourist buses on harrowing windy mountain roads). Andy tapping into his myriad skills to stay on top of it all and keep us out of the irrigation ditch (not so lucky for large cargo truck!). Drop off rental car in Legian. Pick up new credit card from Agus. Jump in Scoot bus to Sanur with all our baggage. Free wheelin for the first time really. Scoot fast boat from Sanur to Nusa Lembongan. Arrive in time to catch the spectacular sunset. Feel victorious though still some uncertainty as to where we will sleep. Find accommodation and dinner and crash. All four of us in one room. The first of what I expect will be many nights in this configuration. Hopefully sans the Aili cold and ear ache and subsequent restlessness. The girl is a trooper. Net HUGE day.

Day two on Lembongan was a big walking day. And though we had the intention it would be CHILLAX, it had its own thrills. Andy surfed, I meditated and girls played the morning hours away between pool and touring the resort where we ended up — Lembongan Cliffs. Knowing we would have to move accommodation the following day, the four of us set out around noon for Mushroom Bay. One of the coolest aspects of Nusa Lembongan is its network of trails that connect cove to cove, beach to beach. We went up and over the first and ended up in Tamarind Beach for lunch while Andy went on to Mushroom Bay. The girls and I followed after we’d eaten and were greeted by a beautiful lagoon like bay with stunning views and a series of beachfront bungalows and resorts. Andy and I scoped a few places while we let the girls swim (amazing the level of trust we have now and how this trip has changed our approach to their independence). Found the perfect place: Mola Mola at the end of the cove. Family run with a collection of tiny treehouse-like huts on stilts literally a stones throw from the beach. We booked on the spot for our last two nights on the island. We’d all be sharing an even tinier room, but the resort would be our villa and the beach our living room. Beautiful.

Returned to Lembongan cliffs for relaxation and decided to walk to Jungubatu for dinner, seeking a traditional warung among the many restaurants who have western food catering to tourists. A pilgrimage to “Agung warung.” Food was worthy. It was late and we were spent so we decided to hire transport home. Not as simple as hailing a cab. Owners son and his buddy offered to buzz us home on their motorbikes for “fair price.” Aili and Andy picked on one, Keira and I on the other.

Family on motorbikes. Wind in hair. What a liberating way to roll. Harmless fun, yeah? Turns into its own kind of odyssey. It begins when we are taken to the wrong place. Admittedly Could be my fault because as we were trying to establish where exactly our villa was I throw out “near Coconuts!” which, in fact, is in a totally separate bay/cove from where we are actually staying. This is why Andy is ALWAYS directions captain in our family. Mother Nature had evidently tied one on and missed the mark when she was doling out sense of direction at my birth. Ridiculous. Anyway, hopped back on the bikes and Andy/Aili chauffeur promptly runs out of gas. Takes the other dudes bike leaving all of us hilltop. 10 minute trip turning into 30 minutes and it ain’t even close to over, turns out. Long story short, the remainder of journey includes me/Keira/our dude screaming past a hilltop graveyard (brief lesson for K in burial rites and a little haunted fun “whoooo!” “mom! stop! you’re spooking me!”, me realizing the other half of my family is nowhere to be seen, turning back to find Andy and Aili walking solo in the dark (WTF?), arrange to have my guy drop me/k and return for A&A. Driver yet again f’s up and takes us back above coconuts. Leaves us at the end of the dark road up top to go get Andy and Aili who couldn’t be more than 5 minutes away. 20 minutes goes by. Nothing. WTF times 1,000. Decide that if I don’t see anyone by 9pm (9pm!!) K and I will walk back to our place (yes, I do know the route. And Keira does too which makes me feel even better). Start writing a note to Andy in rocks on the road. 2 min before 9 BOTH guys show up on motorbike to bring us to the villa. I guess Andy had said something like “no f’ing money for you until you bring me my wife and daughter.” Family reunited shortly after 9pm with entire villa staff and some of the other guests in wait. Crazy. Crazy. Crazy. Thank goodness I trust that my husband is a badass and never felt any of us were truly in danger. In danger of getting to bed late and that’s about it. See what I mean, “adventure?”

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I love this photo because it captures the chaos that was our transportation adventure

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Moving to mola mola, NL style back of pickup

Day three we moved on to Mola Mola. Quintessential beachfront. Love, love, love. I wanted to park my ass on the beach and not move. PRetty much did just that. Swam the ocean in front of our hut. Snorkeled the bay. Never looked past our own little resto for breakfast or lunch. The simple life. With the colds we all are rocking it was all very welcome.

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Our Mola Mola “living room”

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NL family shack. Made it work by sourcing lounge chair cushions as kids beds. Creativity in world travels is a must.

Highlights of the remainder of NL include:

snorkeling off of the traditional Balinese fishing boat. Aili’s intro to the wonders of seeing marine life at her fingertips. Squeals of delight, mastering of hand signals (hilarious– she’s a chatterbox even in sign language!). Giving me the thumbs up (signal to come up for discussion) only to squeal “rainbow fish! Rainbow fish!” Suck in a huge breath of air and thrust her snotty masked face back down into the depths for more (she never did use the snorkel — just the mask and her developing capacity for free diving!

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Get your fish on!

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Beautiful.

Checking out the powerful beauty of ocean at Devils Tear. Pounding surf. Amazing place to be wrapping up reading Island of the Blue Dolphins to the kids. Love that story. We could all feel it in this place.

Sad to leave NL but looking forward to (hopefully) hot showers and separate bedrooms and, God willing, getting rid of the head cold. Legian next.

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Trip and Surf Journal: Thu 4.25 (surf day 32 — Lembongan Day 3)

Mola Mola Hut, the end of the road.

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How much adventure is too much adventure for 40ish year old parents  w/ 4 and 6 year old girls.  A fine line.  Too little = boredom and malaise and unstoke for everyone.  Too much equals exhaust and over stress and panic somewhere and just not good.  We are coming into day 3 of big energy and adventure asks of the crew and now it is 2am, foggy heads, heat, doors banging up and down all in one room and various peeps have various issues, fan whining, ants rolling, kids whining, I’m whining out loud maybe?  No idea.  Back to heat dreams.  Adjust, adapt, embrace.  Hey, the sun comes up.  Practice what you preach — attitude matters, and show up yo.  Ants love kids dried up snot thing’s btw — what are they eating from that mucous, wild.

From that — I have another call w/ a portfolio company, good one, phone runs out of pulsa at the end, hmm.  Not good wrt next booking and logistics planning . . . screw it, let’s roll and have a day and figure it out later, YES, famous last words always.

One more bali coffee and bfast w/ the fam and time for a surf.  Playgrounds again, the paddle out and in — less wind but more swell and current.  Fun out there but still hard to hold position in current — and more hilarious is the current spanks me on the paddle in and I do a lap sort of missing my bay entrance (unless I want to dance w/ cliffs, which I don’t) and pay for it but know where the current cuts hard for next time.  Chill w/ fam and settle bill at LCV — bags of cash! — peeps are early to pick us but whatevs — but come on its 11am and  I am in a mediative coma w/ the kids when they show up and I need this!

We roll in a crazy half pick up truck thing all mini w/ some benches in the back — I am pulling kids in so branches and trees don’t cut them, wasn’t planning on this adventure but its fun its cool I just want fam to be stoked and chill.  Wayan is awesome, knows Komang from LCV.  We get to the spot and have an amazing afternoon.  We are in a  hut on the beach, raised up, outdoor shower, tiny, kids on mats all of us in a raised straw hut (ney, tent)  basically right on, LITRALLY, on the beach :)

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It’s cool, the peeps are cool, rest is good, no wifi! for the best but not for dealing.  Aili has been talking a huge game about snorkeling and of course blows herself up when we actually do it but she’ll get there.

Otherwise some cool snorkeling in the zone with Megan and Keira, again right out front, and all gear included and peeps are awesome and we are at the end of the world, on a beach, in a hut and some guy is working a gamelon down the beach to just add to the vibe.  You know that vision you have laying in the sand w/ wind and sun and waves and somehow you are zenned out — Megan and I get to rock that for a while and it is amazing. Roll from writing to dinner — I am on the deck writing and snap this, and we head to dinner

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I ask enough times and customize the menu offerings at the ‘resort warung’ local (no more adventure right now!) to feed the crew — we eat 5m from our hut.  We get Snapper BBQ nice! That and other stuff of course.  We eat here, right next to the hut, to the ocean, etc.

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Now post dinner I am hiding out on the veranda w/ some light while the crew is lights out at 8:30. Camping style, I will be there soon.  On we go.  Moving writing to reading.  Out.

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