Hey steve
Missed your recount of the trip before. Yep, a classic bit of good luck, especially since we cancelled the 'real' surf trip coz of lack of swell. I'm still buzzing now, a week later and can't wait to get back. The only worry is... we're both so bloody forgetful I doubt we'll ever find the beach again
How's this for a follow up story to the trip:
When I met steve at the airport before we set off, he was patting his pockets going, 'Well I dunno Tom, I can't seem to remember where I put m'bike keys.'
Suddenly it dawned on him, he'd left them in the ignition of his bike in the car park at Bali international airport.
He said (wishfully), 'They might be so obvious that no one will see 'em' (?!) I replied, 'Um, maybe... but I'm pretty sure you've lost your bike mate!'
Three days later, he arrives back at Bali airport. The bike's still there

The carpark ticket collector has the keys waiting for him, and even REFUSES to take a cash 'donation' for his kindness. This in a country where the average wage is $3 a day...
Great end to great trip!
