We slept in dungeon style cell rooms with a shitty fan, all of us. Tucked tight together with mattresses on the floor. This was Indo at it’s best. A real surf trip.
Creed would wake up last every day. The first two days of waves were fun, four-foot cross-shore ramps. We attempted to surf a rare left (breaks a couple times a year) when the swell hit, didn’t end up going out. Worst vibes: around 60 people in the water (surf dog Indo tube pigs). Its funny how people hunted this swell out like maniacs and we are trying to dodge it, waiting for the down days when hacked up ramps are on offer. It’s what we do.
Watching Now Now during the trip and notice that Jordy makes this wave look way too easy. He’s shredding. Although soundtrack was muted and eyes bleeding from the drones, the dude can surf.
Good pal Thom Pringle jumped on the trip to get one last surf fix before he embarks on a journey to work in Paris, bon voyage Thom…we miss you.
Music of choice: Sex Dwarf by Soft Cell. This was jamming in our rented miners Hilux en route to shred every day.
Warung Mamas Padang food. The best food down the street and only 3 dollars. Boom, post-surf hammers.
(3 ice creams and a pancake later):
We were running late. Doddy was our Lombok driver. He zooted us to the airport in 50 minutes. His record he said is 49 minutes. The drive is usually 1.30 hours. We made our flight by 5 minutes. Kudos doddy!