A very delicious buffet breakfast at Chilli's bar, Novotel. Buffet breakfast doesn't really do it justice so perhaps it's worth mentioning that there are crepe, waffle and omelette chefs, continental, asian, american, fresh fruit, cereal, yogurt and drinks counters. All facing the beautifully smoothed sand of the beach.
First stop of our surf day is Grupuk where we charter a traditional outrigger to take us out to the point. It's small and lumpy but Gunnar decides having chartered the boat, it's worth a paddle. He is alone in the water. 15 minutes later, Gunnar is scrambling into the boat making mutterings about a tiger shark.
And so onto Mawi and a 50 minute drive over the most outrageously potholed roads known to man. The beach is beautiful and the waves are small but perfectly formed. No sharks and plenty of comrades in the water.
We eat at Number 29. The food is incredible and charged at local prices. Perfect? It becomes evident on the third visit to our table by bracelet hawking kids that this is not a proactive way of earning some pocket money, but a push from parents who understand the soft-spot we tourists have for their children. An adult will drop the child/children off on a scooter/pick-up, and the children will table hop in the hope of some sales before being picked up some minutes later and, we can only presume, taken to the next eatery. This practice becomes very tiresome. The trade-off for a local rate meal perhaps.
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