Surf's up in Lombok

From North Bali we drove round the coast and back to Sanur before heading off sans Jeremy to the neighbouring Island of Lombok. Lombok is a mainly Muslim country, unlike Bali which has its own unique brand of Hinduism. As such we'd be warned that it might be more conservative. The biggest difference I saw was the lack of Aussie families in their Bintang uniforms. We stayed in a stunning place right on the beach with crashing waves an amazing sunsets.

Surfing was big and we decided it was time to have a lesson. Perhaps should have waited for Oz. Our instructor seemed to have been trained by the Marines and kept shouting at us that everything we were doing was WRONG and DANGEROUS without making it clear what was RIGHT and SAFE. The tide started to come in and we soon found ourselves crashing up the rocks. He insisted it was safe (whilst shouting that THIS WAVE IS TOO BIG and NO NO NO) and I thought 'Sod this I've knelt on the board with one one foot up
and no hands. That's good enough for me, see you later mate'. So headed in. He surfed towards me (not on his head this time which he did to show off) to try and convince me to carry on. Then started shouting again as a giant wave took me and threw me on the rocks. I have wounds. Pictures will follow.

The next day we went on a tour which was a little safer. We saw some amazing beaches before the rains came in and visited a village doing traditional weaving. We had a great time got on very well with Opan the guy driving us round though we were also treated to his dubious views about disabled people who are 'not normal' 'nearly human' people who needed to learn some skills and not beg on the side of the road. I mean the Government have rounded them all up and put them in an institution to teach them things, the only reason they beg is because they're lazy... Ok Opan.