Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The lost days of Bali.

Day 8: Was there a day 8


So day 9 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