the angry lady

Grub firing along the line....kooks need not apply (not sure what i was doing there then?)

Carl (cale) the neep tries to tuck in at a the lady's special place

some more treats

Nick had had enough of the smelly Cats that stroll around our house, so decided to give this one a wee bath...

...I don't think he liked it very much

Papa Tona and Baby Tona watching the fish at Narmada National Park,

Family Holiday to Mataram. Stopped at Narmada National Hindu Temple for some food, and general relaxation. (our driver ..cant remeber his name, oops! Tona, Nick, Baby Tona, Sam, Tawan, and Natasha)



YOOOOO! Things are still good here. Lots of action, resulting in moderate satisfaction. I got my first surf of the trip in a few days ago,!!!!!! Wow what a feeling, and the shoulder stood up to it not too badly, still got a chicken wing for a right arm though.

Rebate: there was some information here but it has been censored due to potential social climatic complications....ehh..da fret all is well and i'll just say this: the tough guys are on our side.....

anyway on more important news a wee bulletin for ye:

We surfed a very dangerous wave yesterday, the local name is terasher nicknamed 'thrashers' becuase thats what it gives you - a thrashing. we all survived un harmed, the local boatman, was too scared of Ikan bizar (sharks) in the water so wouldnt get out of the boat. I was shooting from the water not surfing, and managed to get some good shots of Nick and Carl (pronounced Calay -sweedish) shredding the waves. I did see one very large creature though, not sure what or really how big it was just out of sight and the visibility underwater wasn't the best, but put it this way i couldnt see it's nose and tail at the same time.....so yeah pretty big. No one surfs here because of the legends of the big fish, and it's also a pretty powerfull wave, so needless to say we waxed lyrical about the big fish and getting caught inside, (when you are stuck in no mans land between the rocks and surging waves). On one set i lost my mask and snorkel, and snapped a fin, so needless to say i was pretty scared but nick also got caught inside and was there to lend me some much needed moral support - thanks man. Wooo was a good feeling to be back in the boat.

Also the lock broke on the door to our room, so we have been using local connections as security...another bit of good fortune and touch wood nothing stolen. It's such a good atmosphere where we stay when i announced that they key was stuck and the lock broken with twenty minutes we had numerous local dudes, all debating and discussing the best solution. Here everyone helps everyone else, it's so good, a friend in need and all that, i can imagine back home on george street the reaction of my nieghbours if i had brken the lock on my front door, and it certainly wouldn't be to drop everything and lend a hand for a couple of hours....anyway hopefully a baru Kunci rumah besot ( new room key tomorrow).

hmmm...not much else to report....we got our visas extended a month longer in mataram immigration building...bikes are runing smoothly, and i think we are both becoming addicted to strawberry Oreos and ABC coffee.... right sampai jampa nanti alligator (see you later alligator).

As the dry season in Lombok starts to get in to full swing, the winds become less variable and the dryer air comes as relief from the humidity of the changing seasons.
Photo - Kuta, Bali. Taken from our hotel rooftop as one of the last big storms of the wet season passes through.

Tawan, and his fighting chicken having a flying competiton, he was loosing at this stage.

Reef, the wee Ozzy riper from Sunshine Coast pulls out his picture face and pulls in at Maui.

A fisherman halls in a set at small Insides Gerupuk.

Talon, at the foot of a fall at the foot of Indonesias 3rd highest peak, 3726m Mt Rinjani. She will be ours, oh yes she will be ours.