Dreamlands

Yesterday we went to a break called Dreamlands. Well named. That's me dropping in on a walled up piece of loveliness that went on forever. There were only five of us on this peak most of the morning. Just down the coast from very famous breaks Uluwatu, Padang, Impossibles and Bingin (all of which can be seen breaking from the lineup), our guide says Dreamlands never gets too crowded. It needs to be big to work and involves parking in a resort. So, the hardcore go the aftermentioned breaks, avoid the parking, and beginners don't come here because it's too big. I hope we get to go back. I had to conserve energy as I was just beginning to feel better after recovering from Bali Belly, so had to make sure every wave counted. I also got to expend some energy after getting caught inside on a huge rogue set that caught all of us off guard--probably the most heavy extended washing machine treatment of the trip so far. By the 4th wave, I think we had all been practically swept back to shore.

Evening was another session at Old Mans, below. The German guy I've been surfing with, Fabian (who looks like a 6 foot version of Dirk Novitsky), observed its funny its called Old Man's, because sometimes the drop here can be fast and steep depending on the tide. A rain shower had come through late afternoon, calmed the offshore winds, and turned the water to class. Some fun sets came through and I found an uncrowded corner taking right-handers, of which I think I'd only had one since arriving in Bali.

Tonight, the biggest swell since I've been here is supposed to hit so we're all hoping for a great dawn session tomorrow morning.