It occurred to me, while driving, as all the most important and inane things occur to me then, that I've been home roughly eighteen months now.
I wasn't the first of our brave band of Jakarta sisters to go. La Rus went first. She make the jump back to California. I've been down to visit and reminisce. She's one of the few I still talk and text with on a regular basis. Last week she was awed that her daughter is starting eighth grade. I just saw her last year and I swear she wasn't nearly that old then. Guess that means age is probably sneaking up on us too.
I was the next to go, last February, landing more permanently in Seattle in March. Since then I started a new career and worked very successfully in it. I've traveled both for work and fun. I'm in a relationship (gasp!).
I'm not even close to the one with the most news. The kiwi got engaged several months ago. She is posting out save the dates for her wedding in Bali next year. What a great excuse to go back and help her kick off married life right.
There is yet another member of the tribe with even more news. UK, my former sushi companion and life line for many a night in JKT, has not only been engaged, and been married, but she's become an incubator. I'm secretly hoping for baby chicks but I doubt I'll get my wish. She's flown the coop and headed back to England while her hubby sails the seven seas.
That's a year and a half for ya. Who'd have thunk we'd all come so far in such a sort time? And yet, it feels as though my days in Jakarta were ages ago.
In a mere year and a half, I've settled in to coupledom. We prefer to be home, cooking, relaxing. Gone are the clubbing days of staying out until 7am in the most random places in Jakarta. Instead of going to the pubs and clubs, I host beer and cocktail "parties" at my house, party being best described as a simple gathering of people. We enjoy a beerfest on occasion, a backpacking trip, a recent pursuit of vegetable gardening and such. Though I'd hoped for this, even yearned for it, I'd also kibitzed friends who had become "boring" in the coupledom. Who never came out any more. Now, the kidding has come full circle. 25 and I went to a birthday party for his friend. It was in Seattle. She is several years younger than me so the gathering was in Capitol Hill, in a series of bars and clubs. 25 has never been a wild partier and drinker in the time I've known him. After a couple hours of awkward small talk with people we didn't know, and some quality time with his friend and her bf, we hastily make our retreat. We still didn't get home until 1am and we were both knackered. The friend's bf said he knew we'd be the first to go, that it wouldn't be our scene.
I'm happy to admit, both to him and here, that he was right.
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Thursday, September 05, 2013
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Is SoCal SEA?
I was lucky enough to have a four day weekend last weekend. I didn't even have to take any days off work. I worked four tens last week and the same this week. I was even luckier to get out of town. SoCal is a great place for some debauchery.
I flew out Friday morning to Long Beach California to visit the incomparable Ana. She's what qualifies as an "old friend" these days as we met in Jakarta. She's so much like me it'sscary fantastic. We are like two versions of the same person. She gets me like few others do because she is the same way.
The trip was a mental health visit for us both. It was so nice to talk to someone who knows how tough reintegrating into American culture can be, who can laugh at the ways SoCal is like Southeast Asia (more to come on that), who remembers the hard times and reminsces about the same people. We were like giddy eight year olds when she picked me up.
The comparisons started nearly immediately. Southern California is like Southeast Asia because:
There was a short, brown man in full pants and sleeves in 80 degree weather at the side of the highway off ramp selling flowers. A woman who could've been his sister tried to sell flowers in the bar that night.
We saw more that one person pushing/pulling a shopping cart/suitcase down the sidewalk. Also someone crashed out sleeping under the awning of a closed shop.
We got hit on by a Japanese and a Phillipino gentleman.
There was lots of liver abuse, wobbling walking out of the bar, ridiculous dancing by others, trashy hookups (also by other), being sick, me oggling the white boys, random music played by a cover band and other such bar related mischief.
Becak/pedicab in the tourist area.
An Asian woman on the beach boardwalk, in the sun, with knit sleeves on. Not the whole sweater, just the sleeves, and a big floppy hat.
Oakwood Apartments
Christmas tree lights on Palm trees near an outdoor mall that looked like Clarke Quay in Singapore.
Cute surfers, Aussies, beach and palm trees made me think BALI, BALI, BALI. As did the tiny shorts, the drunken, bleach-blonde teenagers, the women trying to look like the blonde drunken teenagers, drinking on the beach and the beach shops.
Reminders that is really was California? In n' Out burger, white boys everywhere, the prices ($$!!), the ability to walk places, hearing (mostly) English.
Ana, what did I forget for our list?
It was a well needed break from work and the rain. It seems I've even managed to bring a bit of sun back, along with pink shoulders. I may try to get a photo or two on here but FB is blocked!
Thank you Ana, Tom and Anna for hosting and putting up with me. My offer for Seattle hosting stands. SoCal - I'll be back. Next month as a matter of fact. Save some sun for me!
I flew out Friday morning to Long Beach California to visit the incomparable Ana. She's what qualifies as an "old friend" these days as we met in Jakarta. She's so much like me it's
The trip was a mental health visit for us both. It was so nice to talk to someone who knows how tough reintegrating into American culture can be, who can laugh at the ways SoCal is like Southeast Asia (more to come on that), who remembers the hard times and reminsces about the same people. We were like giddy eight year olds when she picked me up.
The comparisons started nearly immediately. Southern California is like Southeast Asia because:
There was a short, brown man in full pants and sleeves in 80 degree weather at the side of the highway off ramp selling flowers. A woman who could've been his sister tried to sell flowers in the bar that night.
We saw more that one person pushing/pulling a shopping cart/suitcase down the sidewalk. Also someone crashed out sleeping under the awning of a closed shop.
We got hit on by a Japanese and a Phillipino gentleman.
There was lots of liver abuse, wobbling walking out of the bar, ridiculous dancing by others, trashy hookups (also by other), being sick, me oggling the white boys, random music played by a cover band and other such bar related mischief.
Becak/pedicab in the tourist area.
An Asian woman on the beach boardwalk, in the sun, with knit sleeves on. Not the whole sweater, just the sleeves, and a big floppy hat.
Oakwood Apartments
Christmas tree lights on Palm trees near an outdoor mall that looked like Clarke Quay in Singapore.
Cute surfers, Aussies, beach and palm trees made me think BALI, BALI, BALI. As did the tiny shorts, the drunken, bleach-blonde teenagers, the women trying to look like the blonde drunken teenagers, drinking on the beach and the beach shops.
Reminders that is really was California? In n' Out burger, white boys everywhere, the prices ($$!!), the ability to walk places, hearing (mostly) English.
Ana, what did I forget for our list?
It was a well needed break from work and the rain. It seems I've even managed to bring a bit of sun back, along with pink shoulders. I may try to get a photo or two on here but FB is blocked!
Thank you Ana, Tom and Anna for hosting and putting up with me. My offer for Seattle hosting stands. SoCal - I'll be back. Next month as a matter of fact. Save some sun for me!
Sunday, December 04, 2011
Exhausted
ex·haust [ig-zawst]
1. to drain of strength or energy, wear out, or fatigue greatly, as a person: I have exhausted myself working.
2. to use up or consume completely; expend the whole of: He exhausted a fortune in stock-market speculation.
3. to draw out all that is essential in (a subject, topic, etc.); treat or study thoroughly.
4. to empty by drawing out the contents: to exhaust a tank of fuel oil.
5. to create a vacuum in.
Origin: 1515-25; 1895-1900 for def 11; Latin exhaustus emptied out, drained out, past participle of exhaurire.
Synonyms: 1. tire, enervate, prostrate, debilitate.
I think numbers one through four all apply to me today. I am so tired I can barely think straight. Its my own doing and I wouldn't undo it for anything.
I went away to Bali for the weekend with two friends. Nora who was my visitor from the States last week, and Donna, another American slogging away here in the Big Durian. We rushed through Friday evening traffic and hopped on a plane over to the Isle of Other. As social coordinator, I'd made reservations and we went straight to the hotel to change clothes and drop our bags.
We headed out in search of dinner at midnight. Nora disappeared into the dark to find a friend. Donna and I had a fantastic time people watching. Bali felt younger than when I was there a couple weeks ago. There were lots of Australian schoolies (high schoolers and families there on winter vacation) and at 29 I felt old. We had quite a laugh drinking 1/2 liter beverages from plastic ducks while commenting on everyone who went by from the gorgeous to the bloodied to the tragic.
Saturday Nora was still MIA so Donna and I lounged by the pool trying to recover our strength. Eventually we made our way to Mojo's Flying Burrito. It was a recommendation from another friend in Jakarta and it was stellar. He didn't inflate the truth. Mission burritos, nachos, tacos. Mexican food like I've never found in Asia. A meandering pace through Jalan Legian as we picked up gelato and headed for a nap. I had all intention of napping until I struck up conversation with a couple Australian guys. Brandt is a teacher and away the conversation went. His brother Malcolm and old friend Rod made us a quartet. Six hours later we were still sat at the pool tell stories and drinking beer. Rod had gone, Donna and Nora joined. The ambient was cool and relaxed, the beers icy cold, the conversation stimulating. It was a night that lasted into the morning.
Sunday proved tougher still to wake up. Donna, thankfully, banged on my door and we shuffled off to the beach. She's ridiculously pale so we couldn't stay long but any beach is better than no beach. We packed up and checked out leaving our bags for later. Mojo's was a lunch repeat and again, did not disappoint. Donna went for a shop and I headed back to the pool. That evening I picked up a few bits and pieces at the shops near the hotel, we grabbed a bite where I had the best caipiroska of my life, and hailed a cab to the airport.
It was a big full busy weekend but things had mostly gone swimmingly. Nora left us Saturday night and stayed with a friend before heading to the airport. I don't envy her the long flight. I'll have my own soon. Sunday night Donna and I went to the airport with and hour and a half to our 22:15 flight. On check in we were told the flight was an hour delayed. By the time we got off the ground it was almost three hours delayed. That meant instead of getting to my house about midnight I arrived home at 2:30. The 6 am alarm was especially painful.
After five classes, more rigamarole with my teaching "partner" and lots of marking, I'm beat. Toast. Dead where I sit. I am. . . beyond exhausted. Though on the back of a weekend in Bali, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Barefoot in Bali
I am struggling to catch up here. It's been over a year since I started the blog and this is really the first time I'm lacking motivation as I endeavor to begin (again). I don't know if it's that I'm still trying to write about events that happened over a month ago, if it's because I am feeling a bit apathetic about my return to the routine of life or something else entirely. On that note, forgive me if I seem a bit lackadaisical.
Additionally, that catch up is going to take one blog post longer. I went away again. I feel a bit embarrassed in blogging about yet another place I've gone, though this one wasn't outside the confines of the archipelago. I don't mean to be boasting or rubbing it in anyone's face. I accept the fact that we get a heap of holidays from school at a price; namely a reduced salary and no vacation days I can choose. I get so many days via the Indonesian, Korean, religious and school term holidays that I can't put in for any others. My friends working at other international schools get housing stipends, medical insurance, a months bonus at the end of their contract, a flight home. We just get holidays. Would that I could split the difference, but alas, no such luck. Instead I save up and head out at every opportunity.
Monday was Korean Thanksgiving, also known as Chuseok or Harvest Moon festival. Three day weekend! I booked my flight Wednesday for less than a hundred dollars. This also guaranteed that I got sick on Thursday. Friday I managed to make my flight and I arrived in Sanur at about 1030pm. Sanur is much quieter than Kuta, home to half the rowdy Aussies under the age of 30 and more than a few rowdy retirees. Kuta has a great nightlife and a better, but always crowded, beach.
The Big Pineapple, my hostel, was a good place to relax and meet people. Saturday was a solo day taking in Sanur beach. It's nice because it is so quiet. There are boats, bikers, walkers, locals, etc. Lots to sit and watch. The water was cool but not cold. When the tide went out it went way way out. I could've walked over a mile and the water still would only have been to my knees. It was that it was a longer walk to the beach. I stick this in only because by the time I had spent all day there and walked a couple kilometers on the beach the walk back felt like an epic journey. A high note of my day at Sanur was the fresh king prawn dinner accompanied by a drink called an Arak Obama (arak is a local spirit).
Saturday night I met three American boys (Blake, Neil and Tyler) and a Dutchman(Shawn) at my hostel. Minus Tyler, we went out to Kuta for a riotous night. A few big bottles of Bintang kicked the night off. Next was Sky Garden to catch the pre-midnight drink specials. We broke into two groups and lost each other among the eighty-six mini levels in SG. Ok there are really only maybe nine levels but when you're in there and it's packed I dare you not to think there's more. Shots, drinks then onward to Bounty. Anyone who's been knows what a riot that is. Utter ridiculousness is all I can say. After that we blundered upon a bar playing Nirvana. My hopes quickly dissipated when then rock music faded after two songs. A quest for hamburgers ended in a scuffle and we lost Blake. The next hour was spent searching for him before we gave up and found him lounging back at the hostel.
Sunday brought a 12:30p wake up and quest for Kuta beach. I say quest most earnestly. Blake and I spent over an hour on the motorbike to get there. It felt like we drove around the entire island. An hour or so stroll on the beach and then we got lost on the way back to the hostel and that was over an hour too. Tyler, Neil and Shawn were on two other bikes and we lost them almost immediately. They returned after we did having eaten. Blake and I nearly died in a fiery crash. I don't know how he managed to go from 80 km/h to stopped without hitting the guy who cut us off.. We knackered from epic drive. By that point none of us could be asked to go out any farther than a Japanese resto ten minute walk from the hostel.
Monday I had an amazing lunch of Tong seng. Its Chinese influenced Indonesian food. Beef and cabbage in a dark cinnamon/chocolatey broth. Then a lounge about to watch a rugby game from the World Cup (I've seen 2.5 games already and it just started Friday). Off to Kuta beach for a wee shop (only bought four things) and a snooze on the beach. I stayed until sunset and then headed off for dinner at TJ's Mexican. I'd been there last time and it didn't disappoint. I was surprised how much had changed on the main strip in Kuta since I was there a mere eleven months ago.
It's typical of my luck. I got an ojek to the airport. We got a flat on the way. He went the wrong way twice as a road was closed for construction (that's been going on for months) and then he couldn't take me in so I had to walk. Finally the flight was delayed. Siiigh. Oh well. I got my tan touched up and got to some fresher air for the weekend. Now I'm back, slogging away at work. Aduuuu
Additionally, that catch up is going to take one blog post longer. I went away again. I feel a bit embarrassed in blogging about yet another place I've gone, though this one wasn't outside the confines of the archipelago. I don't mean to be boasting or rubbing it in anyone's face. I accept the fact that we get a heap of holidays from school at a price; namely a reduced salary and no vacation days I can choose. I get so many days via the Indonesian, Korean, religious and school term holidays that I can't put in for any others. My friends working at other international schools get housing stipends, medical insurance, a months bonus at the end of their contract, a flight home. We just get holidays. Would that I could split the difference, but alas, no such luck. Instead I save up and head out at every opportunity.
Monday was Korean Thanksgiving, also known as Chuseok or Harvest Moon festival. Three day weekend! I booked my flight Wednesday for less than a hundred dollars. This also guaranteed that I got sick on Thursday. Friday I managed to make my flight and I arrived in Sanur at about 1030pm. Sanur is much quieter than Kuta, home to half the rowdy Aussies under the age of 30 and more than a few rowdy retirees. Kuta has a great nightlife and a better, but always crowded, beach.
The Big Pineapple, my hostel, was a good place to relax and meet people. Saturday was a solo day taking in Sanur beach. It's nice because it is so quiet. There are boats, bikers, walkers, locals, etc. Lots to sit and watch. The water was cool but not cold. When the tide went out it went way way out. I could've walked over a mile and the water still would only have been to my knees. It was that it was a longer walk to the beach. I stick this in only because by the time I had spent all day there and walked a couple kilometers on the beach the walk back felt like an epic journey. A high note of my day at Sanur was the fresh king prawn dinner accompanied by a drink called an Arak Obama (arak is a local spirit).
Saturday night I met three American boys (Blake, Neil and Tyler) and a Dutchman(Shawn) at my hostel. Minus Tyler, we went out to Kuta for a riotous night. A few big bottles of Bintang kicked the night off. Next was Sky Garden to catch the pre-midnight drink specials. We broke into two groups and lost each other among the eighty-six mini levels in SG. Ok there are really only maybe nine levels but when you're in there and it's packed I dare you not to think there's more. Shots, drinks then onward to Bounty. Anyone who's been knows what a riot that is. Utter ridiculousness is all I can say. After that we blundered upon a bar playing Nirvana. My hopes quickly dissipated when then rock music faded after two songs. A quest for hamburgers ended in a scuffle and we lost Blake. The next hour was spent searching for him before we gave up and found him lounging back at the hostel.
Sunday brought a 12:30p wake up and quest for Kuta beach. I say quest most earnestly. Blake and I spent over an hour on the motorbike to get there. It felt like we drove around the entire island. An hour or so stroll on the beach and then we got lost on the way back to the hostel and that was over an hour too. Tyler, Neil and Shawn were on two other bikes and we lost them almost immediately. They returned after we did having eaten. Blake and I nearly died in a fiery crash. I don't know how he managed to go from 80 km/h to stopped without hitting the guy who cut us off.. We knackered from epic drive. By that point none of us could be asked to go out any farther than a Japanese resto ten minute walk from the hostel.
Monday I had an amazing lunch of Tong seng. Its Chinese influenced Indonesian food. Beef and cabbage in a dark cinnamon/chocolatey broth. Then a lounge about to watch a rugby game from the World Cup (I've seen 2.5 games already and it just started Friday). Off to Kuta beach for a wee shop (only bought four things) and a snooze on the beach. I stayed until sunset and then headed off for dinner at TJ's Mexican. I'd been there last time and it didn't disappoint. I was surprised how much had changed on the main strip in Kuta since I was there a mere eleven months ago.
It's typical of my luck. I got an ojek to the airport. We got a flat on the way. He went the wrong way twice as a road was closed for construction (that's been going on for months) and then he couldn't take me in so I had to walk. Finally the flight was delayed. Siiigh. Oh well. I got my tan touched up and got to some fresher air for the weekend. Now I'm back, slogging away at work. Aduuuu
Sunday, October 24, 2010
BALI!! (need I say more?)
If I needn't then this would be my shortest blog ever! I've gotten a bit lazy about writing since I have been on holiday and subsequently crippled. I hope to rememdy this over the next couple days.
I went to Bali. After ten months in Indonesia I finally made it. Most people here are stunned that it took me so long. I've then got to explain that I was working in hell, but with worse management, where I had no hardly any time off and even less money with which to buy tickets. I get an "ooohhhh" and an eye roll but I know the truth. So does anyone else who has worked at EF. 'Nuff said.
I was fighting a virus but I went anyway because my soul would have needed hospitalization if I canceled now. Yes, it was everything I hoped it would be. There was sun, there was beach, there were lots of other white folk (bule in Indonesian). The flight was slightly delayed when we (a friend and I went together) left. We arrived in Bali and had to walk across the tarmac to the airport. Just as we reached the building the sky opened and poured a bucket of rain on Bali. A bit of an ominous start. This was torrential Jakarta style rain, just the stuff I thought I'd be escaping. We made it to the hotel and grabbed a ridiculously cheap drink across the street. For the first time in my life, the bar tended looked at me and said. " If it's not strong enough, let me know and I'll add more tequila", I had ordered a margarita. Go figure, it was a little weak. He added an entire extra shot and half a shot of triple sec. He looked like he couldn't have been more than 16 but he was my new favorite person in Bali.
Our hotel offered the option of breakfast in the room or by the pool. Being that I'm not independently wealthy I figured it might be the only time I could "take breakfast at the pool". Banana pancakes and fresh fruit were my morning staple for the entire trip.
We spent plenty of time at the pool too, you can see why.
The weekend was filled with eating, shopping and lounging. Why don't I live in Bali!?! Probably because I couldn't be productive other than to surf and learn to scuba and the like. Bali also provided me an opportunity for culture shock, something that happens often in Indonesia but not quite like this. We went out on Saturday night to a couple of clubs that are well know for cheap drinks, loud music and partying. I thought it'd be like the clubs in Jakarta. Boy was I wrong. Nearly all the people there were foreigners, a large number of them Australian exhibiting what my friend termed "feral Aussie behavior". They were on football end of season trips and celebrating youth/freedom/alcohol/etc. I think there was a thump when my chin hit the floor. Shirtless, shoeless, falling down drunk, smashing about. . .Was this what bars in Australia were like? My friend assured me they weren't. It's Asia's answer to Ibiza or Benidorm. It is so close and cheap that this is where Aussie's go to blow off some temporary insanity. I wish I could fully transmit the situation to you, but even photos wouldn't help. I can't say I've ever seen anything quite like it, though I'm not complaining. It was nice to be surrounded by fellow foreigners.
Skip to my last day in Bali. I woke up at 06:30 even though this was my vacation to go surfing. I met a local who had a "surf shop" on the beach. It's really just a collection of a dozen boards. He teaches surfing, just like all the guys with all the boards lined up on the beach.
After a 45 minute walk down the beach to warm up, we had a 10 minute lesson on the sand and then hit the water. It was a dreadful start. I spent lots of time plunging headfirst back into the water. After 3 hours, I managed several rides into shore. Maybe the best 150,000Rp I spent there. I was tired but happy. I checked out of my hotel. After two fantastic tacos, I made my way to the airport to say "so long" to Bali. By the time I got home, I was physically paying for the surfing. I spent the next 4 days hobbling around like a 95 year old due for a hip or knee replacement. My trunk, abs and back, were sorer than ever. I'm finally, 5 days later, barely sore and committed to surfing again.
I went to Bali. After ten months in Indonesia I finally made it. Most people here are stunned that it took me so long. I've then got to explain that I was working in hell, but with worse management, where I had no hardly any time off and even less money with which to buy tickets. I get an "ooohhhh" and an eye roll but I know the truth. So does anyone else who has worked at EF. 'Nuff said.
I was fighting a virus but I went anyway because my soul would have needed hospitalization if I canceled now. Yes, it was everything I hoped it would be. There was sun, there was beach, there were lots of other white folk (bule in Indonesian). The flight was slightly delayed when we (a friend and I went together) left. We arrived in Bali and had to walk across the tarmac to the airport. Just as we reached the building the sky opened and poured a bucket of rain on Bali. A bit of an ominous start. This was torrential Jakarta style rain, just the stuff I thought I'd be escaping. We made it to the hotel and grabbed a ridiculously cheap drink across the street. For the first time in my life, the bar tended looked at me and said. " If it's not strong enough, let me know and I'll add more tequila", I had ordered a margarita. Go figure, it was a little weak. He added an entire extra shot and half a shot of triple sec. He looked like he couldn't have been more than 16 but he was my new favorite person in Bali.
Our hotel offered the option of breakfast in the room or by the pool. Being that I'm not independently wealthy I figured it might be the only time I could "take breakfast at the pool". Banana pancakes and fresh fruit were my morning staple for the entire trip.
The weekend was filled with eating, shopping and lounging. Why don't I live in Bali!?! Probably because I couldn't be productive other than to surf and learn to scuba and the like. Bali also provided me an opportunity for culture shock, something that happens often in Indonesia but not quite like this. We went out on Saturday night to a couple of clubs that are well know for cheap drinks, loud music and partying. I thought it'd be like the clubs in Jakarta. Boy was I wrong. Nearly all the people there were foreigners, a large number of them Australian exhibiting what my friend termed "feral Aussie behavior". They were on football end of season trips and celebrating youth/freedom/alcohol/etc. I think there was a thump when my chin hit the floor. Shirtless, shoeless, falling down drunk, smashing about. . .Was this what bars in Australia were like? My friend assured me they weren't. It's Asia's answer to Ibiza or Benidorm. It is so close and cheap that this is where Aussie's go to blow off some temporary insanity. I wish I could fully transmit the situation to you, but even photos wouldn't help. I can't say I've ever seen anything quite like it, though I'm not complaining. It was nice to be surrounded by fellow foreigners.
Skip to my last day in Bali. I woke up at 06:30 even though this was my vacation to go surfing. I met a local who had a "surf shop" on the beach. It's really just a collection of a dozen boards. He teaches surfing, just like all the guys with all the boards lined up on the beach.
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| The boards are all lined up vertically by the trees on the left. |
After a 45 minute walk down the beach to warm up, we had a 10 minute lesson on the sand and then hit the water. It was a dreadful start. I spent lots of time plunging headfirst back into the water. After 3 hours, I managed several rides into shore. Maybe the best 150,000Rp I spent there. I was tired but happy. I checked out of my hotel. After two fantastic tacos, I made my way to the airport to say "so long" to Bali. By the time I got home, I was physically paying for the surfing. I spent the next 4 days hobbling around like a 95 year old due for a hip or knee replacement. My trunk, abs and back, were sorer than ever. I'm finally, 5 days later, barely sore and committed to surfing again.
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