Surfing, day iii. Well today I improved more than any other, but for a thoroughly weird reason. I had a completely different instructor, Anthony, who spoke with a strong American accent. He was quiet a bs composed compared to his predecessors, Agun (call me Gun) and Jonathan (Jo-Jo). His gentle solidity and patience worked like a charm, so 8 complimented him on it as we left the water. His reply? He laughed and then looked serious. "Don't tell anyone. I'm a ...

Surfing - Day II promised, as sequels tend to, to feature the same characters, to have a derivative storyline and to draw down on the audience's goodwill rather than build on it. And, today was about to deliver on that promise entirely, or so it seemed. Sequels also rend to dump the unpopular characters; fortunately this proved to include the Germans (one may assume because you can't get up early to put your beach towel on a surfboard) and the two scowlier (ye...

Wow, this photo doesn't do it justice. We were warned that every taxi driver in Bali would try and bring us somewhere else, and weren't disappointed. "It's closed for religious reasons." "It's not Menega you want, but Montega." "I don't know where the one you want is, but...." All of these tried by the same driver, who claimed to know no English! And you get there. And then you see why. The front to the street is unimpressive and indistinguishable from its ne...