. We were up early the next morning, packs on, we hit the streets looking for somewhere else to stay and found a decent place on Poppies Lane 2 for 150,000 Rup. per night, it was only a fan room n we knew we'd be roasted out of it at night....Back Packing does have alot of downsides - this is a regular one.
Now Kuta beach is a good spot, huge beach, lots of room, deadly waves etc etc. Unfortunately nearly the whole beach and town is inhabited by young Ozzies. Up until this point in my life I had no problem with this species; I used to watch Home and Away like everyone else - in fact I have 3 perfectly normal (ish :) ) cousins who can be categorized as young Ozzies. If they EVER turn into the retards we were surrounded by in kuta, they'll be disowned. It's hard to describe the state of these turnips, google Moron and a pic will prob come up!! Ok that's enough ranting.
Moving on, we hit the beach on the first day, boogie boarded hard :) and spent half the time reapplying suncream - the heat here was ridiculous. We wandered out that night throught the streets, markets and stalls everywhere, haggling is 2nd nature here, the price hikes are laughable. If anyone in Kuta offers you something - immediately take 75% off what they just said and you'll be close to the price they're willing to sell it for
. Having said that, they're also the wittiest people we've met so far when it comes to selling stuff, they'll do and say anything to get you to buy. There are loads of good shops in Kuta, from knock off's to Rip Curl and Billabong, its a decent place if your wallet is playing ball with ya. Nightlife is good here too, we never went too mad any of the nights, but whatever you want to do at night, you'll find it here.
The best line we heard while shopping was this girl who looks at me when I'm window shopping and yells "maybe you buy new sandals so your boyfriend no leave you". I turned to Daire and couldn’t stop laughing. It was def the best sales pitch we’ve heard so far.
The second day was much the same, except we signed up for the surfing lessons; cause lets be honest, beach's are desperate boring, not to mention I felt like I was being cooked every day I walked out there.
Next morning we landed at the surf school and signed our "if you die, it's not our fault papers" and we were off to the beach, boards in hand. We spent 10 mins on the beach being shown how to get up on the board and we were ready for some major waves
. Now, I have to admit when I was looking at all the surfers, some pro's some just starting, the day before, I said to Jen that this looks simple, I dunno what all the fuss is about! And our first day, it was pretty handy, got the very first wave into shore the whole lot. We spent about 3 hours in the water, the waves were small amd all went well for both of us...Day 1 Daire & Jen. The next day was a different story - We headed out on our own, waves were ALOT bigger and both of us got hammered. I've never swallowed so much salt water in my life, I'm surprised I didn't end up with a concusion after the belts I got from the surfboard flying throught the air and using my head as a brake - Oh AND I got sunburnt, Jen suffered something similar, she got an awful slap near the beginning (She now loves Sudocream :) ) and it took about an hour of encouragement/berating/badgering to get back up on the board again!!....... Day 2 - Surfing!!
Our first day of surfing was delightful, we were riding waves, no mishaps, we were pros (despite the impression my photos give). So day 2 we decided to rent boards, that happened to be a few inches shorter which we thought was no big deal- boy were we wrong. The combination of shorter boards and colossal waves kicked our asses. At one point I lost Daire and befriended some local surf instructors who were giving me pointers. I thought, ok I can do this, so one guy gave me a little push on this tidal wave that I couldn’t even stand up on
. I screamed/laughed throughout the ride and then toppled and scraped my way onto the beach. As I stood up covered in sand I noticed the entire male Baywatch crew standing up and staring at me, it was mortifying. So I did the only thing I could do, I stood up, smiled, gave a thumbs up and went back in without an ounce of confidence. I floated on the board and took in the rays while Daire made his way over to me to find out where I’d been. I told him the story and we laughed for a bit until he told me to stop sulking, get over it and try again. So after about 20 min I did but not very hard. At the end of the day I wasn’t able to get up on 1 wave. I walked out of the ocean with my belly, knee, and elbow scraped raw but decided I would try surfing again but not now.
We were kinda getting bored of Kuta a bit after 4 or 5 days, It's very in your face all the time, and your head would be wrecked, so we decided to head on up to Ubud in central Bali for a day or two off).
We Landed in Jakarta on the November 22. From what we had read and heard about the place, we decided it was a waste of time going there, mainly because it's a bit of a dirty hellhole (other people's words - sorry Jakarta). It's also a good hours drive from the airport, so instead we went to the Air Asia desk in the airport and were on a flight to Bali that evening. We arrived in Denpensar airport fairly late, and after fighting our way out to the road through the hoards of blood sucking, over priced taxi drivers, we found one to drive us into Kuta for a normal price. We were dropped at the top of Poppies Lane 1 - a main back packing street. It was now about midnight, roasting hot and we had nowhere to stay. The place was fairly alive; neon signs everywhere n people falling round the place. After about an hour we eventually decided we'd lost enough sweat walking around and took an "expensive" ($25!!!) place for the night - These fuck heads actually ended up stealing our Lonely Planet book, took us 2 days to get it back