Mr Jeff from Room #8 grabbed some fruit salad, a latte and is checking out. The giant waves kicked it down a notch and cleaned up, so after the best surf so far it's time to drag myself out of the rice paddies and move on down the road to the hustle and bustle of Kuta. Closer to Legian actually. I'll be more centrally located to hit the Bukit and will be surrounded by more Germans with dreads, cocaine, incredi bikinis, crusty Ozzie ex-pats, a movie theater, Starfucks, and warungs to stuff my face. I've always avoided posting up in Kuta, the Waikiki of Indo. But as I get older, it's nice to have a little luxury for $36 a night. And $5 massages are scattered all over Kuta like a disease.