I got to Bali on the 4th January.  I plotted up in Sanur on the east coast and met up with Steve Smith, his father in law Joe and Paul Mc.  Steve had been surfing for the previous month, but had caught Dengie fever the week before I arrived and was ill and out of action … he’d been in hospital on a drip for 6 hours the previous day and wasn’t even drinking beer!  My ribs were still very bad, so I couldn’t surf either, so I settled into sitting on the beach in the sunshine.  I have to say that after 2 days this became very boring.

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the first day, I walked along the beach and looked up to see a luxury yacht sinking about 1/4 of a mile offshore.  There didn’t seem to be anybody taking any notice and no vessels present trying to rescue the crew or boat.  When I came back the next day, there was  no sign of the boat, so i don’t know if it just sank or somehow it rescued itself.

The beach in Sanur is nice and quiet.  It is about a 4 mile curve of pretty empty sand, bordered by local wooden bars and restaurants and top end hotels and villas.  The beach is protected by a reef about half a mile offshore.  The other side of the reef are some good surf breaks, which work for half a year, when the wind blows in the right direction.  It is this time of year that they work, so I had to sit and watch boats going in and out with happy surfers, while I drank coconuts from the beach.