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Our boat was lucky to be floating. The paint was peeling. The deck was rotting. It was infested with cockroaches. We had engine problems every few hours. About halfway through the crossing we realized there was no GPS or radio on the boat. How the captain made the crossing overnight in the pitch dark I will never know. // The eski and ice were our ticket to a decent meal. After we ran out of ice, it was just noodles, noodles, and more noodles. Fortunately, everything tastes better when you’re surfed-out, hungry, and on a boat in the middle of nowhere. // The cabin fit three of us sleeping side by side like sardines in a can. The fourth person would sleep on the deck, or on the roof if it looked like it wasn’t going to rain. Every night we would be rolling back and forth with the rocking boat, trying not to bump into each other. But I was so tired from surfing all day that I could sleep anywhere. // It was a bit of a survival mission, but it was so worth it. Those were some of the most amazing waves I’ve ever surfed. – Jay Davies


Bali Belly Issue 001