The problem with long-term travel is that things stop feeling exciting. Whereas on a one or two week vacation everything feels new and different, sometimes, after traveling for a while, things start to feel mundane. Oh, it's just another beach. Oh, it's just another temple. Oh, it's just another day.
Sometimes I have to force myself to step back and think wow, how amazing is my life right now?
Surfing has been on my life list since before I even knew what one was. I remember writing down in my diary a list of things I wanted to do in my life...
It was sad to say goodbye to everyone in Chiang Mai, but I knew it was time to move on.
If only for a little while.
I arrived in Bali, after flying all day through a crazy flight path I concocted to save a few dollars and to save taking a bus to Bangkok, at 11pm.
I went straight to bed.
The next day I explored Kuta, a beach that everyone told me was shit.
But I liked it.
Sure, it was crowded with backpackers.
Sure, there were brand-name stores and tourists everywhere.
But with a slightly overcast sky, temperatures more glorious than...