Today we had a pretty good morning. All the girls went out to get their
surf guiding, and Tom, Tobs and I stayed home to have a lazy breakfast.
Mine was actually pretty awful, I had a chocolate doughnut, a nutty
chocolate bar and a cup of instant coffee. That's what I thought I would
want to eat in the morning when we were grocery shopping at the supermarket last night.
Bad thinking.
The girls returned before noon. Their surf guide is called Adi, a super
nice dude who was working at the Bali Camp when Tobs and Jessi were
staying there last year. Part of their guiding is called video coaching,
which means that they are being filmed during the lesson. We gathered
around the television set and Adi was commenting on each student's
achievements. Super efficient, and by watching alone I felt like I was
improving my own posture.
In the afternoon we took a cab to the city, or let's say to the part of
town where the supermarkets and the shops are. Kuta is considered one of
the more touristic parts of Bali, partly because it's in the south and
therefore close to the land down under. Some people even call it
Australia's Ballermann. It's been many years since I've been to
Mallorca, but in my eyes the comparison seems a bit harsh.
We walked by a place called La Boulangerie de Bali. It has lots
of old signs hanging on the walls and everything is wooden. The floor,
the benches, the tables and the chairs. The menu looks fancy old and everything sounds amazing when you're as hungry as we were. I couldn't
choose between the Sandwich with Jambon et Beurre and the Bagel with
Salami, so I listened to Tobs and picked something called the Giant Burger Set.
Afterwards we walked around the streets a bit. And aside from all the
tourists, people like us, it's a pretty amazing place. First of all
there's palm trees, real palm trees, everywhere, and the streets are
sandy and filled with cars and countless motorcycles. I think they do
have traffic rules, but I'm not sure. All the people are tanned and
everybody seems to be happy about something. And it's contagious, too.
I'm happy to be healthy and alive, breathing beautiful balinesian air.
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