We left at 5 in the morning, loaded up the bikes with camera gear, boards and oreos. Rain, rubbish and rides through the rice patties and back streets of western Bali

Mian took us to a place not to far from our original destination. Pull up over the hill and there it is, a couple of freight trains..sorry, not sorry.


Pipe for pipe, Ben and Mian found rights with the odd left, I swam and it was glorious. 


Sun fried, we came in pretty psyched and happy, not much else to say really…a day for the books.