nothing for too long

We're really really sorry, that we haven't written any news in this blog lately. I think it must've been well two or three weeks, that we left Bandung to go to Cimaja, a popular West Javan surfing place. The plan was to surf, snorkel and holiday. We got the surf and also the holiday, but no snorkeling, since the waters there are so polluted that you can't see your hand, if you stick it in the water. I think I better leave the surf topic to Morgs though.
When we first arrived in Pelabuhanratu we didn't get to go on the 15 minute ride to Cimaja for 2 days, because I was battling the flu in our hotel room. I carried it around for a couple of days until I (thought I) finally got rid of it.
Dorli.

Dorli did get rid of her flu. She passed her germs to me. It was much like picking up the Chance card in Monopoly. "Go directly to your bed." "Do not pass out, do not collect any medical care"..... I had the worlds highest fever for about 24 hours. I was Mr. Vomit all night long. I was so bad I convinced myself I had Malaria. Dorli told me about 12 hours into my feverish stint that we shouldn't panic until 24 hours passed. It could be flu like symptoms likely to pass in a day or so. I tried really hard not to be a baby until my 24 hours were up. And so I counted down the hours. About 5 hours short I had a lapse and proclaimed those words I swore I wouldn't... "Dorli I'm dying." I wasn't dying however, just being a big baby. I gradually regained my bodily functions and right on the 24 hour mark/ I can whine now threshold, I felt better. The compassion in Dorli's eyes dwindled, and a strange disappointment washed over me. I was back in the land of the living, no longer a novelty with all my tropical aliments’.

N.B- Dorli will tell you I got sick due heat stroke, caused by surfing five hours 10am-3pm... Not true, but I can confirm my reluctance to surf during these hours for the remainder of the trip......also, Dorli was a champion, stayed up all night with wet towels to keep me from dying. She kept feeding me water, probably because she enjoyed watching Mr. Vomit, but we won't go there.

And so it was that after this titanic battle with death and illness Morgan was allowed 10 days to relax and surf, and live the dream that is Indonesia. Again thanks to Dorli, her patience, her relaxed attitude. The weeks that followed were......... Wake up at 5am, check waves from the balcony. Wake the other surf bums staying at the same accommodation. Race down to the water, which was either filthy, or if there had been rain- ultra filthy. Surf for 2-3 hours, followed by wake up Dorli, followed by breakfast, followed by sleep (Dorli would read or swim -in the pool, so clever), followed by more food, followed by reading and relaxing, followed by the evening surf, followed by more food-perhaps a local Bintang brew, and then wonderful, relaxing, uninterrupted sleep until 5am........... And then the routine would start over. The sweetest groundhog day there ever was.