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Walking on the beach is tiring

  Indonesia: Bali - July 2008

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Yes, yes, I swear! It is exhausting to walk up and down this beach. From the losmen (small hotel) to the dive-shop (diving center), then from the dive-shop to the restaurant, from the restaurant to the bar, then from the bar to the losmen... Exhausting, I tell you!

Jungut Batu Beach

The sand is very soft, we sink in it at each step, with the impression to put an infinite time to advance.

And then we get stuck coral ends that hurt (ou-ou-ouch) between the sole of the flip-flop and the soles of the feet.

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Big gray clouds on Bali, on the horizon. But on the beach of Jungut Batu, in Nusa Lembongan, the sun shines.

Anyway, walking on the beach is tiring. Really hard. Even dangerous : the most stunned or the least awake get their feet caught in the ends of the mooring boats.

But really, the worst is after the morning dives, in the hot hour of the early afternoon, when the sun is beating down. It's exhausting, we die of heat while walking on this soft sand. So, we are obliged to order a banana shakewhen you arrive at the restaurant, to refresh and recover, slouch on a chair.

We are really sorry, I know.

Kimberly, a very nice Californian, dive-master, with whom I've been diving since the beginning of my stay, found the solution. On the way, to go from Linda's, where she lives, has World DivingIt goes through the small road behind. It's a bit longer, but it's firm, flat, a bit shady in places, and you can say hello to a lot of people on the way. On the way back, there is always one of the boys from World Diving, Wayan or Made, who devotes herself to bring her back on a motorbike ...

Too hard, life

Life is too hard here, I swear. Today, the adorable Wayan drove me back to my bungalow on his motorcycle, after having taken Peter's diving gear, who is going back to Germany tomorrow, and Kimberly's backpack, which was leaving today... The dive-masters are exhausted from having to devote themselves so much to the clients.

Besides, it shows. On the boat, they are always gloomy and have a hard time to be friendly and cheerful... Fortunately they don't have to walk on the beach.

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  Indonesia: Bali - July 2008

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  1. Yo Corinne

    Vraiment trop dur la vie! Ta photo a fait le tour de la rédac et je te passe les commentaires. ENERVANT alors que nous, on continue à fouler les pavés à la recherche de sujets. Et sans banana shake à l’arrivée. Vraiment trop dur la vie et fait attention à ne pas trop de fatiguer; Arghhhhhhh : Mrgreen:

  2. Je l’ai toujours dit, c’est un metier d’être touriste, en plus pour ceux comme toi qui plonge ça devient un métier à risque:D c’est évident:!:

    On devrait nous payer pour toutes ces contraintes 😉

    Good luck for the end
    8) 🙂 😉

  3. Ma pauvre,comme je te plainds!!!!Ceci dit,de mon côté,c’est loin d’être de tout repos aussi:pour retrouver notre chambre on doit se taper un montée à pic,mais vraiment à pic…..c’est l’horreur……et puis,faut descendre du scooter pour aller à la plage,qui n’est pas près de l’endroit où on l’a garé,du coup,oui,on doit marcher!!!!Et puis,comme il fait chaud,on doit aller se tremper à la mer…..donc,on doit se lever de notre serviette,affronter le changement de température entre l’extérieur et la mer….pas facile!!!Heureusement,pas de murènes en vue……juste une eau claire,bleue…..trop dur!!!
    Bref,je pense qu’il va nous falloir du temps pour se remettre de ces vacances tellement fatiguantes!!!!
    I'm kissing you strongly!

  4. @ Funny World:
    MDR! Instead of treading the Rennes, look below ... You may find a beach. Otherwise, Transat en Ville, it had to start, right?
    Bon, j’arrete de faire du mauvais esprit. La fin de mon calvaire approche… et les vacances des juillettistes aussi! Vous devriez etre soulages. Bizzz a tous.
    8)

    @ Framac:
    Merci pour ces encouragements. Cela va m’aider a affronter bravement les derniers jours qu’il me reste a tirer. Non, vraiment, je ne souhaite a personne de vivre ce que je vis ici au quotidien…
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    @ Helene:
    Oh, ma pauvre!!! Je vois que tu souffres beaucoup toi aussi. C’est vraiment infernal, d’etre en vacances, avec le soleil et la mer, et toutes ces distances a parcourir a pied, entre le scooter et la plage… Je te plains aussi. Courage!!!!
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  5. Yes, we are well to complain ... ..here, I just eat a Greek salad, a kebab of chicken, grilled octopus ... And must walk back to our room, with this famous road that rises to the top ...... Pfffftttttt ,too hard……
    P.S:bon,je suis quand même aller courir aujourd’hui….30 minutes…..Après un mois sans rien faire du tout du tout,sauf marcher de ma serviette à la mer….ben,c’était difficile……Je vais avoir de sacrées courbatures demain….
    Lots of love!!!

  6. Come on, still a little message for fun, I'm still at Folegandros, at the Nikos café ... obviously ... .. !!!
    Aujourd’hui,on a fait la découverte d’une très belle plage,après avoir marcher plus d’une demi heure quand même…..et descendu au moins 400 mètres…..Bon,j’exagère peut être un peu,mais sous le soleil…..c’était pas facile…
    Lots of love!

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