The death of Ollie's bike

- Woke up and immediately looked for food as usual. Went to a lovely cafe and got 2 breakfasts each.
- We then checked on the surf place in Kuta and they said come back at 4pm for lessons. We therefore walked around a bit, got a drink and did not a lot.
- We came back for surfing and hopped in a jeep with no rear seats. With us we're 2 instructors and a supposed 17 year old who looked 11.
- We took the jeep to the surf site and were showed how to get up on the surf board. Upon entering the water we completely forgot this information and repeatedly faceplanted for the first hour.
- After this we started to get the hang of it and felt pretty good until the alleged 17 year old showed us up.
- After surfing we had an obscene amount of noodles at the beach front. We then headed back for a small snack of 2 pancakes each.
- As we had to catch the ferry the next morning we began our drive to Mataram.
- All was brilliant until it wasn't .
- Around 20 minutes into the journey, and on the last 20km stretch of our epic 1600km road trip, Ollie had a slight technical issue whereby the engine internally exploded. This was characterised by the intense rattling of the metal components inside his internal combustion chamber. Upon describing the sounds to Anas and trying to start the bike, he conclusively determined, in his words, "it was fucked". Wonderful...
After making it across the entirety of the country along every terrain imaginable, it gave in just before the finish line. However, technically, the man who we bought it from was still correct, that it would in fact make it to lombok. In retrospect, he did not promise that it would make it through lombok. Of the two bikes, we were sure that Anas' would be the one to go first. How the tabled had turned
- Within minutes, locals pulled up to check up on us, and decided quite quickly that we'd donate the fallen soldier to the couple that stopped for us. We handed over the keys and insurance documents. We then explained that Anas will drive his bike to Mataram and sell it there, to which they responded with their wishes to buy it right there and then. We agreed on a price of 4M rupiah, and pretended it was suffering no power issues whatsoever... He gave us cash and we both hopped into his friends car, who drove us to our accomodation in Mataram.
- After arriving to our "reserved" accomodation, we were told by the bellend at the front that they had no space despite our reservation. After a brief argument, we then crossed the road and found other accommodation to spend the night.Leia mais