Week Forty Eight. Bali Daze.
It’s a simple life. Surf. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
A dear old friend whom I hadn’t had the chance to see in years was living in Bali, he told me the swell was good and the thunderstorms were magical and that was all the excuse I needed to leave behind the never ending southwest winter and hop a plane back into the tropical air I crave so much. We surfed our hearts out, ate the best local food and fell asleep to the sound of thunder and rain. There’s nothing quite like an impromptu adventure to make you feel really alive.
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