gettin tubed.

Rob Machado keeps following us around. He knows that we know where all the good waves are at, yo! Ha ha.
Greetings from Bali-land, from Bradila.
So far...we've soaked in Kuta, budget style, in little inns where the electric current and the shower pipes are close enough to give you a "hot" shower that you never paid for...
Plunged daily in the "baby" waves of Kuta... when the grime became too much, rode up to jungley Ubud in the North, where we shared a private bungalow with birds, butterflies, giant palms and bats, ate delicious food, and watched temple after temple and carvings and dancing and art and ....
over to the sparkly black sands of the Eastern "neck" of the island, where there's nothing, I mean, nothing, but some waves and offerings to the sea... fortunately no human offerings..
then back accross to the windswept beaches of Canggu, another just to ourselves bungalow in
Pereranan
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Air
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On
I can't say it... i took in the gorgeous garden and lots of sun, but didn't dare to take in the big washy waves.. But Brad did, and so did Rob Machado, famous surfer, photographed above as of yesterday! I sat on the beach near him...oooooh famoussssss...
enough days of isolation there..
back to Legian, just north of and not really much saner than, Kuta, in a real big kid hotel with AC and satellite TV (Indonesian Simpsons!) and chaos chaos chaos and PERFECT blue beach break waves..
soon on to Lombok, perhaps we will fly, and to the prisitine and still waters of the Gili islands... wish us luck..
xxx