So as soon as we got into Sengiggi and realized there weren't any baby waves for us to learn on, we had to get back to Kuta to get some surf lessons. We booked our boat and were off to a city I thought I would never return to. We gave shopping another go and were successful this time, besides the guy who said "F*^# you" when we wouldn't buy his jewelery. We shopped the rest of the day away and walked the streets of Kuta dodging motorbikes and cars.
We got up early the next morning to hit the waves....or they hit us more like it. We found our instructor, Dennis, but he had plans so his non-English speaking friend would be teaching us. The sea didn't look as calm as the first time I saw it, so I began to get a bit nervous. We walked into the water and after I was hit in the face by a wave and had a wardrobe malfunction, I caught my breath to realized the water was up to my chin. I had a minor freak out but the water quickly receeded and we began our lesson. The water was rough and I'm sure if we were anywhere else in the world, we wouldn't be allowed to learn in that. The goal of my first attempt at surfing was to stand up...success! I stayed on my belly a bit but did end up standing up at least twice! We were just about to call it quits, because the waves were slightly too rough for us beginners, but then Christina's surf board hit her in her face and she got a black eye. Then we called it quits.
We packed up and were headed to the airport. A flight from Bali to Kuala Lumpur, a night in the Kuala Lumpur airport, and then a flight to Siem Reap, Cambodia.....at last.
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