Day 9: Bagus…balinese for good for those who think I spelled bogus wrong.

Day 9: Bagus…balinese for good for those who think I spelled bogus wrong.

Got a ride from Sanur to Balian, which is up country as you can get.  Awesome beach front huts, over looking the surf spot, with no Brazilians, thank the fucking lord.  Scott and Kim came with us, it’s an awesome place with three rooms a kitchen and two balconies, with retarded views. The surf is fun with little crowd….thinking of nicknaming the spot The Problems, because Howie was killing it.  Sean seems to love the shoulder, though he did soul arc it up on one.  Howie has a serious case of vaginitis, his poor belly hurts, it’s weird because Sean suffered from the same  disease no more than a day ago…some of us weren’t cut out for the road I guess.


Pics to come.. bad location for the wee/fee............ and howie is shitting himself... a lot. 

Day 8: Was there a day 8

So day 8 is really not worth my thinking power, but here is what happened anyway…got screwed with a ride in the morning because the driver showed up with no roof straps, so we had to tell him to beat it bra, did end up finding another driver, that is awesome though.  Agus took us to Sanur which could have been a fun wave but there’s a thousand kooks. The motorbike ride there, ended up being more adventurous than  the surf.  Sparrow and Larry rode no more than 200 yards before being pulled over by a crooked cop, who charged us 8 dollars and kept pointing to his arm for some reason….needless to say the guy was a real deuche. The day turned around though shortly following the worst surf session we have had…hit Mcdonalds hard, with a big mac, followed by an hour long massage for five dollars, where only Larry and the Problem had to wear disposable thongs, that seriously rode the butt crack.  The lady was so far up my ass I was worried for her safety, especially after Mcdonalds, then on the front she was nearly touching me balls mate….I was half expecting her to say “banana buddy.”  Finally met up with Scott and Kim, who hooked Howie up with some more money, so we can ball dawg.  Had dinner at an Irish pub, with the worst Irish band ever, that was all Balinese, kinda like the Christmas Story when they go to the Japanese restaurant for Christmas dinner

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.

woke up early for another surf session in canggu surfed for about two hours until we(howie and sean) got booted out by the quicksilver groom team (bastards can f***ing rip)..... had some breakfast and watched the f***ing bastards rip.... went back to our villa did some swimming and an intense 2010 tan off session.... Howie couldn't find tape for his who haws so everything is tan but his underside(underside of his boobs)... sean has groomed himself one hell of a mustache which has helped him in surfing as well... Larry is still playing the cool card with all of the foreign chicks but none the less doing well.... sparrow is still being sparrow awesome and ripping and still not letting sean or howie catch a wave just like larry.... Kc for all you people is still alive and still laughing at everything we say..... we ended the day with a sweet el porto blown out surf session for about an hour before we decided that a bintang beer sounded better than surfing.... we plan on eating in kuta and doing bad things at Ally Kats and sky, stay posted to see what happens.....

the lonely road... with the Problem

the problem trying to get rid of those under booby tan lines

Howie having a little fun with the camera, he was really working it that day, in and out of the water.  Surfed Canggu, all day, a fun little left and right beach break…it was nice for Howie to get out of the big boy surf, he couldn’t handle perfect barrels anymore…. I guess we all get a little tired of surfing the shoulder…you know what I mean brother. Then we all became true Bali locals as we negotiated the afternoon traffic on our motorbikes, in search of Circle K to stock up on beers and chips.  Im pretty sure as soon as we sat on our bikes the gods started pissing on us, Indonesian style, because it was the worst downpour we have seen yet and it had to start as soon as we were taking to the streets.  Apparently in Bali as apposed to everywhere else in the world you don’t stop for oncoming traffic, it is sort of law that you just keep on going, as told to us from a German girl who is here all by herself for four months, just don’t think and definitely don’t stop…she makes us feel like one gigantic pussy.  Sunday nights in Canggu are pretty fun though, barbeques and drunk old Australian men, getting hammered…. one guy made us want to go out and by all white linens and a small flute, thought he desperately wanted to be a part of the band, he was having a great time… he did eventually get ditched by his friend, which was probably a good call, he was getting a little embarrassing. The Brazilian girls mentioned in previous blogs seem to be following us around the Island which is okay with us because we have learned you just let them paddle in front you on the way out…gives you a little something stare at, then when the wave comes you back door them (no pun intended) and take the wave….it really works out quite well