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  Sumbawa Besar, Indonesia
Sunday, June 22, 2008

Bali always being too much fun for my own good I decided to go back to the surf rich spot of Lakey Peak. By the time my flights were organized and I made the journey back to Lakey Peak I was ready to put the rest of my energies for this trip into surfing the great waves of the area. My routine goes as follows. Wake up for the early at about 6 am. If it's too busy back to bed for an hour. If it's empty then I would be out at the Peak for a couple of hours taking mostly the rights. Back in for a breakfast of a banana pancake, a fruit salad of papaya and banana, and a Balinese coffee or tea fueled me up for a late morning session lasting another couple of hours. Back in to treate my wounded tootsies from the sharp encounters with the reef on wipeouts and a cheap lunch of Nasi Goreng or the special for a bit more than a buck while I watched the surf rolling in from the Indian Ocean. Sergio and I would hang out discussing the surf, our waves, the crowd while Dayane would keep us in check if we got too negative about the business in the water. She would say,"Stop bitching. Both of you are getting lots of waves." We would agree and continue to stuff our faces. A nap for an hour or two and then back out in the surf till dusk. A shower, retreatment of my wounded tootsies, and a meal with Sergio and Dayane while playing the card game of "Beanies" was the evening, and then off to bed for crazy dreams under the mosquito net.

One wave stands out from my surfs here at Lakey Peak. I had just watched a bootleg of "The Secret" with its "laws of attraction" still echoeing in my mind. I was enjoying a late evening session with Sergio and a few Kiwi surfers. The waves were pretty small and unorganized. However, I was in the perfect spot for a bigger wave approaching. I paddled for it, made the drop, and was burned by one of the Kiwis as I saw the lip pitch over him where I could have been if he was paying attention. I was instantly mad. The wave of the night and I got dropped in on by a prick. Paddling back out I made up my mind to stay positive. I paddled further out mostly because I didn't want to see the obnoxious Kiwi and to "attract" a bigger and better wave. The sun had already set and only a few minutes had passed. I just kept saying to myself "good wave, good wave"( I try to keep my thoughts very simple while surfing) and on the darkened horizon a better wave came. I casually made the drop into the best wave I have had in Indonesia. The lip pitched over me as I slid through a round head high barrel for several seconds before I exited without touching a drop of water. I was hooting as I did a cutback and continued to slide down the line. I was amped. Sergio and the other surfers witnessed it which makes it even sweeter for the ego. I was thinking,"if all I have to do is think 'good wave' to attract the sets then I am a 'Secret' believer." The following days I was trying to draw the waves to me with good vibrations, but then I broke my board on a really good one, so the reviews are mixed on "The Secret".

The next couple of days had the Indo pros showing up in full force for the Quicksilver contest. This means that all set waves at the peak are taken and only the smaller waves were left over for the "boles" (foreigner). Serge and I ventured to several obscure spots hoping for a magical uncrowded pumping session but have found that it is still for our pipe dreams. We went fishing to fill the down time and caught at least four big piles of seaweed. The rest of the day was spent lounging by the pool playing Beanies and talking trash. There seems to be a pattern forming here at Lakeys. The Lakey days are coming to an end for us.

The last morning brought pumping surf. I woke up and walk trotted down to Periscopes with my cut up and sore tootsies. I ran through a creek with water buffalo and yesterdays's grass in it (which would later haunt me). Periscopes was the best I had seen it. Big right handers gunning down the reef with a dozen or so crew on it. I paddled out knowing I only had an hour before I had to leave for the airport on the other side of the island. I caught a couple of good ones and was caught on the inside by a thumping set. Great way to end the Sumbawa stay. I was washed in just wishing I could surf a couple of hours more but knowing I had to get a ride back to the Hotel Balumba and say farewell to the friendly folk of Lakeys Peak. No more little kiddies asking for stickers, no more goats, no more spontaneous English lessons with eager learners, and no more pumping waves. It's all good though. I have had a healthy serving of surf along with Sergio. So we leave satisfied and surfed out with a mindful of memories to relive for a lifetime.

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