May 11, 2005
. They put down their baskets to talk to them (to instruct them where to go) and the old guy picked up a pair of panties and started wiping the sweat from his head on them. Chelise ran as fast as she could away from this crazy. As we ran the locals stood and stared at us all as we fell into hidden holes and got lost. Some helped us and high fived us as we ran past. At the end we were rewarded with a keg and a fraternity style sing along with a king of ceremonies. We plan on doing more of them and if anyone is interested look it up on a search engine - there's sure to be one near you. Try google or copy and paste this URL: http://www.gthhh.com/
On the way back we rode South of Kuta to a famous 'hidden' break called Dreamland. Dreamland was a picture perfect beach, blue water, huge waves and really nice sand. It was really quiet at night because there is zero night life. We tried to surf here but the waves were huge and tricky and we just ended up getting pulverized instead of riding the waves. To rent a surfboard was a whole day's budget so we decided to leave the next day. On the way out we think we saw Tommy Lee in the surf. Crazy eh???
Back in Legian/Kuta we did manage to hit some huge night clubs until the early hours of the morning and see alot more nightlife than our previous trip. Dave and I surfed so much our nipples hurt. Overall this was a great way to spend the last leg of our trip before heading back the motherland. It's a shame that no one will get to see our beautiful tans though as it's winter back in the States.
Finally back to Bali. I had no plans for this leg of the trip only to soak up the sun, relax on the beach and try go get better at surfing. Dave had never been to Bali before, but I was done being ambitious when it came to traveling so we did not sway far from the beach. We did, however, make it back to Ubud briefly. We dropped by Naugty Nuri's - the restaurant where we had met the owner and he had given us way too much alcohol last time we were there. Some guys we knew were there and we asked them about Hash House Harriers. On the Saturday after Thanksgiving we did one. It's hard to explain, but we ended up spending one of our afternoons drinking beer and running to follow a paper trail through rice fields and hotels and across rivers back to the keg. The HHH is a worldwide thing with different 'chapters' in the same area. There's 2 trails laid and you have to figure out which is the right one to follow. Chelise ended up running with an old guy who got them lost and then turned his attention to some local women who were carrying their laundry home