Board Blues

After only four days of surfing I’m not the owner of a seven-foot faded turquoise long board.

I bought the surfboard today, because I broke it, or rather the waves broke me and the board across a big pile of rocks.

The board is repairable, but the owner was going to charge me for “irreversible damages” so it was almost cheaper for me to buy it, which I did with the hope of selling when I’m ready to leave Bali.

Maybe this is the travel companion I’ve been looking for? It barely fits in my motorbike board rack (it’s a rack and bungie cords attached to the left side of my bike).