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Published: September 22nd 2010
20,000 Rp ($2.50)
Such is life on Bali. Persistent. Waves of water. Waves of kindness. And yes, waves of offers.
These days (I'm aware this is my first blog entry) I'm resting my head in the one-dimensional outpost of Balangan on the Bukit Peninsula. Bukit is a very popular surf destination for everyone who comes through Bali. It has some of the most famous waves in all of Indonesia, and therefore, some of the most frustrating crowds.
I'm staying at a family run lodge, (does it need walls to be considered so?), on the beach. It has a floor. And a roof. My room has a bed. And a fan. Surfboards, leashes, and drying supplies, litter the remaining space. Travelers from France, Austria, Australia, and Brazil share the day's events. The family (as most everyone) are wonderful. They are Mama, Papa, Sunny, and Wayan.
This is at least the 5th Wayan I've met in 10 days. And it isn't a gender specific name. Wayan told me about a good motorbike deal in Kuta. Another
My sweet ass ride
Traded it even up for the van.
Wayan rented it to me. Wayan offered me a massage on the beach. Then her mother, Wayan, offered me one too. And now I'm staying with Wayan, her husband Sunny, and Sunny's parents...you guessed it, Mama and Papa.
Here in Balangan, most people come and go-- mainly visiting for the day. There are exceptions. Rasta has been here off and on for 10 months. The 23 year old dread-locked Australian (whom everyone calls Rasta...in fact I don't even know his actual name) says he's worked 15 days in the last three years. Nicky is from Switzerland and has been here 4 months, and will be here another 2 before heading to Australia...to visit and travel with Rasta. The three of us spend our down time playing cards and listening to music. (There is a stereo with an ipod hook-up!!!) Everyone has a bill book, where you right down what you take--beer, water, etc... and if you want something to eat you just tell Wayan or Mama.
My day begins one of three ways. 1.) Surf. 2.) Eat a pancake. 3.) Yoga. Drink Nescafe is an accompaniment to the pancake, of course. Whichever comes first, the others follow. This
isn't a bid for jealousy. It's just the way it is.
My trip began in much different fashion in the chaotic jumble of Kuta-- a sea of vendors, crazed drivers, and drunk vacationers. (See beach photo for verification.) Here, I spent four days haggling for a surfboard, securing a motorbike, and opening a hole in my pocket, through which my money had an easier escape route. Everything costs more in Kuta. Whereas in Balangan I spend less the $20 a day, Kuta was more like $75. Yikes.
I'm going to keep this short because, well, my fingers aren't used to this kind of work. All is well here in Bali, and I'm so grateful you are reading this blog. Subscribe if you want, write comments (I love them), but either way-- thank you.
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