head to g-land
10 pm Bali time, Load up as many surfers, surfboards and luggage as possible into seemingly plush Bimo(9 passenger van), for a night of travel to G-land, Gragagan. After the first hour, my ass was numb from the not-so-plush seats. I have been on this journey before making it evan less exciting.
All night travel with 3 hours on a overcrowded, diesel fume filled ferry, make resting nearly impossible.Arrive at G-land departure camp in the dark, sleep if you can. It is a hub-bub of fishing activity and you can smell it. It is day 3 of my trip, the Sun has risen and now we wait for the tide to rise high enough to get the transport boat off the sand, we all help push the boat back into the water.
We arrive to see double overhead swells, but first I must sleep…I nap until lunch and then paddle out just above the main peek, Launching Pads. I am still dazed from the travel and lack of sleep, so I am not evan trying to work my way into the line up. I am sitting about 30 yards deeper than the main pack waiting for the current to carry down, when I see a perfect peek comming straight to me…I look toward the pack, who are all to far away to be in contention for this wave, but close enough to know that no one gets a wave this good, this easy, this soon after paddling out. I can feel 50+ onlookers expectaions burning a hole through me. I proceed to get the best barrel of my next nine days here, not to mention the last 2 trips here. As I come flying out of the barrel, I hoot and proceed with a celebretory gaff, not enough wheeties, as I re-enter with the lip and get pounded.
I catch a few more and head off to dinner and a liitle celebrating with the boys. After relating the story to one of the well sesoned surfers, he told me that it was just a welcome back gift from G-land. In bed by 8pm Java standard time.
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