Dreamland

Sunset from my hotel in Dreamland last night

Dreamland is more than living up to its name. Yesterday morning I payed $55 to rent out a little Honda motorbike with a surfboard rack for a month and made my way though the hectic streets of Kuta and down the coast to Dreamland. They drive on the left here, and so riding a motorbike with my heavy backpack and surfboard on the side on some rather hellish roads probably wasn't the safest thing I've done, but I made it okay and I'm staying in an absolutely idyllic little spot on the beach. The surf is right out front, there are no mosquitoes, no rain... unfortunately during my first session I broke a fin, so I had to come back to Kuta today to pick up a replacement.

Other than that, everything is going pretty well, except for the fact that I am getting incredibly excited to get home...which still doesn't happen for a month and a half! A few weeks ago when I was in Leh I glanced at a guy's computer screen in an internet cafe and he was starting an email with "at fecking last I am coming home" (apparently Brits spell out their accent), and I'm looking forward to writing something to that extent in a month or so. Falling asleep to the pounding surf last night must have tricked my mind into thinking I was home because I had all kinds of complex dreams about people from Port Angeles who I haven't thought about, let alone seen, in several years. As homesick as I am, I appreciate the fact that I love where I'm from enough to miss it while I'm away. I frequently meet travellers who seem less than excited about going home to England, Germany, Israel, etc., while I've been borderline euphoric for pretty much this entire trip about the thought of returning to the northwest.

If any surfers out there reading this want to feel insanely jealous, then check out this map of where I am:
http://www.wannasurf.com/spot/Asia/Indonesia/Bali/