Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Day 7: Hitting the streets



So tan, so mustache...







You think by now one of us could pull their head from their own ass and look to see what the name of our hotel is….well apparently we can’t because our driver was suppose to pick us up at our hotel at 7:00am to take us to Balian, a fun beach break  about 30 minutes from Canggu.  Instead he waited for a half an hour at the wrong hotel in a monsoon because we told him the wrong name, while Howie and Larry braved the elements, dodging falling tree limbs and stinging head on downpours and hit the streets on their motorbikes to find him.  Despite the flat out retardeness we didn’t really miss much because the waves were minimal and the wind was up.  Ended up surfing out front anyways in muddy cow shit water, saw Sparrow and KC get stuck in some puddle in the cow pasture, knee deep in cow pies with moped engine smoking furiously, and Larry get pissed off at the shitty mushy windy surf.  We thought Larry had converted to a complete Brazilian, or Swanson, with his brazen back paddling. Then we took to the streets again to try and find some cool shit….didn’t really find any cool shit but scored some serious core points for negotiating the local traffic by  honking, speeding and passing the pussies going to slow. We were tempted to pull over at a full on mushroom farm but thought it better not to tempt fate…maybe tonight in Kuta.
P.S. We need to give a shout out to those kooks who got skunked in Mexico, you should have spent your money wisely and came with us, and also to Frags for hooking us up with some solid local knowledge, because Ally Cats and Sky are fucking awesome….Aussie chicks galore.

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