One of the great perks of the surf lessons with Adi and Irene is the drive to the spot. Not only do you get to see a lot of roads and sights that the regular Bali tourist might miss, but also do you get to sit in Adi's car. It's an old van with super comfy seats and huge windows. It's aching and coughing, but its heart is strong like that of a lion. When Sanur starts the ignition you can hear it roaring and after a few minutes on the road you can feel the engine heating up, smell the scent of fumes and petrol.
Today Nicole left for Switzerland. She told us she'd be having a two-hour stay at home and then leave again in the evening, because she has some spare days off work. She's visiting Toscany in the north of Bella Italia. All of us were more or less prepared for leaving soon, but I think that Nicole's departure set off a new level of awareness. But somebody once said that every end is also a new beginning, every departure also an arrival. And today another friend came to join us for dinner: Wayan from the Bali Camp.
For one last time we took a taxi to Double Six. We picked an Italian restaurant and got a long table on the upper floor. And there we were: Tobs, master of the Yudistira Lazarett; the three invalids Invisible Jessi, Bepanthen Micky and Waterfall Uschi; Dr. Tom and Agnieszka; Adi and Irene, the Switzernese Duo of Happiness; Wayan, the Married Gangster and me, Jimmy. It was a boombastic trip with lots of surprises. We had spiders and scooters, breaking waves and birthday cakes. We went from Deli to diarrhea, from rap shit to rat shit. It was a wonderful time with a wonderful crew. I'm already looking forward to come back.
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