Kuta Lombok

After Padang Bay we took a ferry to an island called Lombok. We stayed there in a home stay called "Tri Putri" (Three Women). The home stay was a good deal - cheap (60 000 Rupiah) and clean, with breakfast. However, it was connected to the center of Kuta by a dark road (10 minutes by foot) and in the courtyard, there were cockerels that could scream non stop - quite annoying.

We borrowed a motor bike and wanted to surf. While trying the motor bike I had a little accident - I fell on my knee with the machine. The knee got a bit blue/ purple, but after using a bit of ice I was able to walk. Some locals recommended us a good place for beginners called "Selong Blanak". The road from Kuta to that place was just awful. We were driving the motorbike for the first time, the road was very steep, up-hill and damaged... We were lucky and managed it, but it was such a stress - omg. We came to Selong Blanak. The waves there were quite okay for beginners though just local people were there (mostly Muslims). Nobody was swimming, they were just sitting on the beach, fully dressed. We felt a bit uncomfortable so we left the place and went to the beach "Maui". Maui was quite nice but, for very experienced surfers only. Finally, we did not surf that day but took a swim, saw really nice villages and rice fields and learned to drive a motorbike. Still quite successful day.

Next day we left to Gerupuk, cause some travelers recommended that place to be good for beginners. We came there and rent two surfs and a teacher. A local guy called Danker was our surf teacher, he took us to the open sea, where there were good waves for surfers were. Danker is really good surfer and really good teacher (I highly recommend him). First hour, I was just too scared of the waves. I took only three of them. Lula was very brave though. She even stand on a surf couple of times. After a little break in Danker s boat we tried surfing again. Somehow I lost my fear (though kept the respect) of water. I got a bit more successful and managed to stand for a little while, but still nothing impressive ( never mind.). I was at least happy to learn some tricks to avoid the wave to completely wash me and to stay calm. I realized that it is not my body, but my mind that builds the barrier for me to be able to surf.

In the evening we went for a dinner to a restaurant in the central Kuta. It was already dark when we were leaving the restaurant for our home stay. Lula was driving and I was sitting behind her, the street was almost empty. There was a muslim couple driving a motor bike infront of us. Suddenly the motor bike stopped, so we passed by. All of a sudden the motor bike with the couple speed up, the girl sitting behind the driver just took of a bag of my shoulder and they drove away. We tried to follow them but it was impossible, we were too slow it was too dark, too scary. The rest of the evening we spent on the police station making a report.... Creepy story. Luckily that day we ran out of Rupiah, so I had just 400 HD in my purse, but there were all my credit cards (my parents blocked them immediately) and my driving licence. I had there my camera memory card -all pics from Kuta are gone - so sorry for that. We were supposed to have lesson with Danker the next day, but were really not in mood, had too many bruises and it was raining .(
 To make long story short: Kuta Lombok = Puta LOLbok (our own tragicomic word game - Spanish speaking will understand.)).

Danker - found on some blog