July 8 - Kuta, Lombok
It happened again. At the end of the day, after moving to a smaller village called Gerupuk to the west of Kuta to find better surf, I was up at the top of a hill overlooking the bay, enjoying the last bits of sunlight with a dog I found there. When I was about ready to go, a security guard for the house I was standing next to shows up on small dirtbike. As if he had heard about my day yesterday, he goes "you like coffee?". So I head down a wooden ladder (almost horizontal, with pretty irregularly spaced steps, but sturdy enough) to his guard shack on the side of the hill, and we have Lombok coffee while he taught me some Indonesian. The glasses were dirty even before he put coffee inside, but he had already made a good college try at cleaning them in the water spigot, so I figured I'd roll with it. The same process repeated with the spoon, there were then two scoops of fin coffee grounds and two large spoonfuls of sugar in each cup. I think they like it sweet here. ...