This morning I got up by 7am and went and had an early breakfast, I was the only one in the dining area. Having eaten and got ready I went back to my room and killed a little time until 8am, when the shuttle bus started running to the beach.
Having got the bus I went back to Marriot Beach and surfed for about 2 hours at Black Stone, like the other day. It was small and much less consistent, but I had some fun ones all the same. Eventually though it died down too much to be worth it, so I got a shuttle back to the hotel.
I had got back just before 11am so I had time to have a second breakfast, which I was glad for! Mum met me there having just had her nails done, and Dad after a swim.
We chilled out and read out books by the pool and swam for a while, before heading off later in the afternoon to explore Kuta. We spent the rest of the day shopping/wandering around exploring/bartering for singlets, sunnies and other such cheapy things. We tried continuously to find me some hippy pants, but none were quite right. I did however get a second surfboard sock from the same cheap place as last time, which I was pleased about.
While wandering around we also ended up in a surf shop, with a tattoo+dreadlock place above. The Dread man happened to be there, and funnily enough we got chatting. As a result I fully intend to get him to maintain my hair just before coming home.
Later on when we had enough of shopping, we went down and I showed Mum and Dad the delights of Kuta beach. We took in the crazy scenery and walked a long for a while, then went and got a taxi to Jimbarben for dinner.
We ended up eating, after some hassle, at a seafood place literally on the beach. It was a pretty cool experience to eat via candle light while the chairs and table were stuck into the sand.
Dad and I hand picked out Red Snapper, which was then BBQ'd, while Mum played safe with Saté.
After dinner we got a taxi back to Nusa Dua, with a really interesting driver. He was really good fun, but it was also interesting listening to how he pays for his kids to go to school etc. Makes you realise how lucky you are, and how much you take for granted back home..
(Photo - Dad and I in Kuta).