Overdose of Vitamin Sea

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Last day of surfing... I'm so sad. This place has treated me so well and I've been on a cloud of happiness the entire time, though the week flew by. My Russian friend and I are hanging around the area and the camp for a few
More days before going back to Kuta, so it's not a total goodbye quite yet.. 

I'm really proud of myself this week too, I went from a beginner, to moving down two board sizes and starting to carve waves, my arms are like spaghetti now, and I have gross reef cuts that aren't healing, and it's totally worth it. One of the instructors has been my doctor all week and applying Chinese medicine on my feet like it's going out of style, no pain no game. Definetly going to make sure I am surfing as much as I can now, especially in straya. 🌊🌊🌊

Last night I introduced the game of UNO to a lot of people, it's my job as a uno veteran player, and things got pretty intense. Tonight we are going to have Round 2 and go to the Padang beach party, fun big last night with this great crew of people. 

The only thing making this bitter goodbye just a little sweet is knowing that Danny and Sammy are going to be here right around the corner.

Played lots of guitar with the boys ! 

Post 5 am surf nap 

Rainy morning 


We went for dinners all over Bali, this was at supposedly the best sea food place in the seafood Capitol of Bali, Jimbaran. It was nothing to write home about.. Eating in the rain was a new one too 😒

The trees at camp are pretty ☺️

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