tres chicos in bali 08: Threads from Trey's Journal: Another round, Part II

On the way
Back left: Simon the boss, Bartek the man, Ollie the dud
Front left: Roland the king, Trey the jungle

We got back that afternoon and had just enough time for a movie and small nap before packing and jumping back in the Kijang with the rest of the guides to go camp at Balian for the night.

Happy ice-conny-cream
Cicrle K stopover aka get yourself either icecream or Bintang

Although the surf had been shit there today, Saturday was the full moon, so we were holding out hope for a freak swell jump. We loaded up on Bintangs and munchies at the Circle K and then hit the road.

trryfying ice-joko-cream

On the way, we passed a stray 2x4 in the middle of the road, which isn't too out of the ordinary, "hati-hati" are the words to literally live by when driving in Bali, but the locals on the motorbike behind us didn't see it in time and got pancaked on the pavement when they hit it.

Our beach-campground

We went back to make sure they were alright, which they seemed to be, more or less, though badly rattled.

"Georgetrey"

When we got to the beach, we set up our tents and lanterns, and Lars proceeded to roll joint after joint while Joko played guitar and the two of us sang louldly into the cloudy night sky, which would occassionally offer a bright, shining glimpse of the hidden moon.

Don Ollie

Once we decided to call it a night, Joko and Connie had a tent to themselves, and I had a huge four-man tent to myself.

Mesy-haircut Larsie

During the course of the night however, two separate showers passed through, and I was soon joined by Vialett and Lars, while the others did their best to stay dry by burying themselves as deep as possible into their boardbags.

Scary-eye Bartie

I woke at first light and the surf was far from motivating, so I went back to bed.

Joko Johnson

When I woke again, an hour or so later, the empty line-up was now clogged with thirty Japanese, with more stretching on the beach - back to bed.

I only left the comfort of my sleeping bag when forced by my bladder, but once up, I suited up and paddled out.

Say Aloha to all the Japs

It was lumpy and mushy, occassional head-high peak drops with soft shoulders; despite this, I managed a few good ones and even got a few shots with Joko behind the lens.

Bartek on the way for his banana pancake

Trey on the way for his omlette deluxe

We had a stellar breakfast at the same restaurant, and then made the journey home to prepare for the Green Room disco party that evening.

Banana pancake, high-fat.

Omlette Deluxe, higher-fat

Double omlette

On our drive back, as we were innocently cruising along, the other guide car whizzed by us and Connie doused Roland with a jug of water through his open window.

Indofanta
That's a shot from the series "only in indo"

We tried to get revenge three times only to be thwarted by locked doors and closed windows or the traffic itself. Every time we failed, the other car's crew laughed harder and harder at our efforts.