Two days of the most beautiful surf ever. It's only supposed to be 2-3 foot but I've found my favorite spot is sitting wide for the set waves and waiting. The good ones are head high and a bit more and so well shaped. Lining up both ways so every good wave has 2 surfers one going left and one right. the rights are my faves, shorter but hollower, even got a couple of barrels this morning when it was glassy smooth. Oh, and we just had lobster for lunch!! Bernard ...

Merpati flt 622 to bima. Our escort turns up, takes charge of the paperwork, gets us through the layers of officials pretty much instantly, throws the boards on the roof and we're off Few army types and the odd machine gun. All relaxed tho. Driving now past mosques and horse carts but with cool music thanks to Moosi. Hilltop hoods. Carlos Santana yay. Amping for surf. Reports are small but clean.

Great meal overlooking kuta beach with killer seafood but dog tired. Got an indo sim card for phone and talked to Nettie which quite amazingly made me brighter. Only kissed goodby this morning. How's that for cute! Saw the kecak dance next to the beach. Best part was remembering how much Rosie loved the pretty ladies. And seeing banjo so tired but still trying to figure out the story.

Doors closing. Please stand clear A drafty cold carriage and it's raining in the dark. Blues in my ears and I'm on the road again. Miss the girls already but bright with the independence of the next weeks. Good chat with rob the truckie with the wipers click clack. Didn't know geocaching was that exciting. Off to the airport.

Feels effortless moving through the city. Sunrise coming. Train to train everyone quiet Must remember to be this early more often. Coffee must be wearing off. Sleep on the plane