Day 17 Wed 9/12
We woke up so sore we could hardly walk. We took a shuttle to the boat to pick us up and take us back to Bali for a week of surf camp at the Chillhouse in Canggu, Indonesia. We had some miscommunications with the man who sold us our boat ticket (him promising us things he was not capable of giving us) about how much and the exact destination and the boat time, so we ended up getting there late and paying more for a cab once we got back to Bali. The boat ride was really rough, sometimes feeling more like the mine bender than a boat. By the time we got to the Chillhouse, Maggie was dying of hunger and we were both still aching with soreness. We got our room, a bite to eat by the pool, and met some of the other guests. The place is a great place to travel alone because it has a community feel to it, like all meals are eaten together. We talked with a girl from Ireland for a while, and had dinner with an Australian and some people from England. The camp offers push bikes to use for the guests to get to the beach, so before dinner, Maggie and I biked down there. It's a great idea, but to get to the beach you have to ride on a main road with motorcycles and cars flying by while going with the flow of traffic and driving down the left side of the road. And of course, the idea of a helmet for a push bike is unheard of in Indonesia. We made it and walked on the beach that had large rocks scattered throughout. Our main purpose was to find surf clothes, but ended up with nothing but the plans to go in a two piece. Through the 10/15 minute push bike ride back, I got caught in the sand one time and almost saw my life flash before my eyes. We can't wait for the first day of surf tomorrow and are praying that our muscles heal a little before we wake up.
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