The swells have been few and far apart this season for the most part. The crazy thing about this wonder land is even on the flattest of days you know there is an empty line up with fun waves rolling through waiting to be danced upon.
The lack of waves has driven us to be a bit more creative with our days an searching is what we did. Trying to find that little magical session with just you and your friends. Only a surfer will know the feeling of seeing your mate spat out of a barrel or stomping a massive turn in front of you. It’s indescribable, add the fact that you’s are the only one’s in the water for miles priceless.
These are the days you dream of. I tell you know, these days still exist in bali if you try a little.
Icy winds whip the horses up the incline. climbing higher and higher. the twisted faces all frozen in anticipation. they climb further. the ascent is building like an impending doom. the all too familiar sound of the crank clicking over and over dragging the carriages towards the heavens. there is anxious fear dancing in the pit of their stomachs. nearly at the top now. inhale, hold your breath. now the screams. loud piercing screams. the joy of fear and excitement. the knowledge of safety makes it fun to dance with fear. the cargo follows the track down an impossibly vertical decline. the idea that you are safe sits in the carriage next to you. keeping you warm. warm with the notion you will survive. only a few more twists and turns. you are almost out of breath. the ride is over. your voice box has been defiled. but you walk away with an almost triumphant grin. that was one hell of a rollercoaster.