torsdag 29 september 2011
tisdag 27 september 2011
The black cube
An endless source of medical information is stored, within this blockade of glass and steel - so I heard, lets find out!
Rising
In the 1400 century, the Lithuanian expansions reached the black sea - the peak of there greatness. At the same time Poland and Lithuania made an union. Due to the exceptional manpower from Poland, the modest size of Lithuania and it's inhabitants, they were displaced by Poland. Many hundred years later on in the 1800 century, the Swedes lead by Gustaf X were fighting Poland and made an alliance to Lithuania - for a short period of time - which we all know of in Scandinavia - If we were awake on the history lessons. After the retreat of the Swedes the results were as follows: The Lithuanian people were in the hands of the Russians, but the people of the small country on the Baltic seaboard there were fighting the Russians, the Lithuanian people wanted to be on there own - as all the other people of the worlds nations. It went on and of for many years. The Russians were next door and the country of Lithuania was a small and easy target for the big power of Russia.
In the middle of the 2000 century in the year -41 to -44 the Nazis were here for a short period of time - forcing the Russians to leave the country. When the second world war was over. The long occupation for over 50 years, took place by the Russians. Later on when the US won the cold war and the Russians have to rebuild the there own nation, due to an economic depression. The remnants from the great Russian dominance for over half a century are still here, in old building - architecture from the past. It is an admirable city on it's way to rise again. The history often repeats it self over and over again as in the fact of history - that small nations easily can be used by greater powers as stepping stone to conquer more land and to reach bigger nations. This the country and it's residents. Is on it's way to strengthen and rise, in the way as a small nation - in the name of capitalism and structure.Cause we have real strong small nations as Switzerland, Norway and Monaco in Europe due to stable economic. So now it's time for Lithuania to succeed. In many ways I, recognize myself; in a short period of time, 7 years in comparison to the history of a hole country - metaphorical speaking. From the car accident witch resulted in "acute subdural hematoma"- mortality rate 60-80% (a bleeding in the brain) the 26'th of September 2004. Just 7 years ago, I had to start all over again to learn the balance - keep the equilibrium and to interact with other homo sapiens, from a drooling hospitalized cretin with no balance. I remember the feeling of trying to cross a ditch, it was Grand Canyon in my world. But i knew, I will never give up, rather the opposite. Do it faster than the doctors council. The physical abilities was easy, however, the mental part as cognitive, memory and logical skill took a long time to heal.
In a small way - metaphorical speaking, I have a lot in common with Lithuania. On my way to rise again, much stronger and wiser of life experience to seize the day, every day.. Cause I'm convinced that "The pen is mightier than the sword" coined by Edward Bulwer -Lytton in 1839. That's why I have a "feeding frenzy" in litterature and cardiovascular training, due the amount of reading, I need to take care of my body - the life is to short for doing nothing, and for mishandling the body. I don't drink alcohol (except a beer to relax) or caffeine containing beverages, tries to keep a nutritious and regular intake of food.Since the accident, I can not stay still and do "nothing" instructive. I live the day as it's my last, just 100% in everything - meaning, doing the best I can. Sometimes I overachieve - in good as well as bad, however, I always learn from the wrong doings, trust me it happens a lot, I am not the favorite person in my old entourage, cause I can be perceived as very swift in my actions - cause I don not "waste time". So sitting here in the country of Lithuania Starting Med-School tomorrow at 1130. In the name of overachieving myself: from acute Subdural Hematoma (SDH) to become a neurosurgeon - how hard it can be? Only time will tell and I won't back down, only the horizontal way with cardiac arrest can stop me. Only success matters. Cause I want to help other people in the same way medicine helped me - neurosurgery - in the name of altruism.
In the middle of the 2000 century in the year -41 to -44 the Nazis were here for a short period of time - forcing the Russians to leave the country. When the second world war was over. The long occupation for over 50 years, took place by the Russians. Later on when the US won the cold war and the Russians have to rebuild the there own nation, due to an economic depression. The remnants from the great Russian dominance for over half a century are still here, in old building - architecture from the past. It is an admirable city on it's way to rise again. The history often repeats it self over and over again as in the fact of history - that small nations easily can be used by greater powers as stepping stone to conquer more land and to reach bigger nations. This the country and it's residents. Is on it's way to strengthen and rise, in the way as a small nation - in the name of capitalism and structure.Cause we have real strong small nations as Switzerland, Norway and Monaco in Europe due to stable economic. So now it's time for Lithuania to succeed. In many ways I, recognize myself; in a short period of time, 7 years in comparison to the history of a hole country - metaphorical speaking. From the car accident witch resulted in "acute subdural hematoma"- mortality rate 60-80% (a bleeding in the brain) the 26'th of September 2004. Just 7 years ago, I had to start all over again to learn the balance - keep the equilibrium and to interact with other homo sapiens, from a drooling hospitalized cretin with no balance. I remember the feeling of trying to cross a ditch, it was Grand Canyon in my world. But i knew, I will never give up, rather the opposite. Do it faster than the doctors council. The physical abilities was easy, however, the mental part as cognitive, memory and logical skill took a long time to heal.
In a small way - metaphorical speaking, I have a lot in common with Lithuania. On my way to rise again, much stronger and wiser of life experience to seize the day, every day.. Cause I'm convinced that "The pen is mightier than the sword" coined by Edward Bulwer -Lytton in 1839. That's why I have a "feeding frenzy" in litterature and cardiovascular training, due the amount of reading, I need to take care of my body - the life is to short for doing nothing, and for mishandling the body. I don't drink alcohol (except a beer to relax) or caffeine containing beverages, tries to keep a nutritious and regular intake of food.Since the accident, I can not stay still and do "nothing" instructive. I live the day as it's my last, just 100% in everything - meaning, doing the best I can. Sometimes I overachieve - in good as well as bad, however, I always learn from the wrong doings, trust me it happens a lot, I am not the favorite person in my old entourage, cause I can be perceived as very swift in my actions - cause I don not "waste time". So sitting here in the country of Lithuania Starting Med-School tomorrow at 1130. In the name of overachieving myself: from acute Subdural Hematoma (SDH) to become a neurosurgeon - how hard it can be? Only time will tell and I won't back down, only the horizontal way with cardiac arrest can stop me. Only success matters. Cause I want to help other people in the same way medicine helped me - neurosurgery - in the name of altruism.
onsdag 21 september 2011
måndag 19 september 2011
Riveting
The amazing view from Besakih Temple of Bali - preferable known as the mother temple of Bali. Definitive the most memorable trip of my life, affects my personal growth in the spiritual and mental part - Mom I on the top of the world! Just 12 years of hard studying, between me and the big academic goal of becoming a surgeon. Time, is insignificant and just a measurement for the race of life, in the name of altruism.
Power of nature
The power of water; 1 m3 weighs a ton, the board snapped in two pieces in a nano second. Regarding my self, it was just some saltwater in the nasal cavity and back on the horse again. I feel so at home in the water, just love ocean, nevertheless I'm better in and under the water. To ride on the water, I need much more practice and time for training, however the time I spent on the camp was so fulfilling in both informational classes, movies and practice out in the breaks. I learned a lot from this camp
Diversity of life
I admire the people of Indonesia - the part I've visit over the last month before Med School, the ones on the lowest part of the food change - the one's without family help. They struggle for survival every day, without any routines or safety-net to fall back on. Thinking of them every day 24/7. That make it hard to indulge myself in useless items that's not essential for life, outside of, small training gadgets as a new heart rate monitor - I definitely do not need that for survival or well being. But in the way of medicine and to be a doctor for as long as I physically is capable of. I need to be fit and healthy, so I can live a long and healthy life as a future doctor of medicine. That why I will continue to advance in cardiovascular training. A cheap and real easy way of be in shape. Running, swimming and cycling (when my economy allow it - cycling is the expensive part of cardiovascular training, nevertheless, running and swimming is as cheap as it gets). For now I sit here in an amazingly apartment looking out on the perfect weather for running - rain, makes the air fresh and oxidized, so the alveolar sack can diffuse the oxygen out to the muscles via the capillaries and arteries. However, I sit here among statues, sarongs, filled bags and other packing of my trip from Indonesia. On my way to my parents place to pack my belongings for the trip to Med School. This last month have been extremely almighty in imprints, from a diversity of events, feelings and on. It is hard to keep it up, I need the luxury of sleep, thing that other people don't have time for, feels so wrong to sleep, so wrong, anyway I start to dose of, more and more. If I could, I would sleep 2 hours a night and feed myself intravenous and just study, train and read some more....But I am human, I need the luxury of sleeping once and in while, for now anyway...
lördag 17 september 2011
Lex Luthor
Notes from Lombok, the 14'th of September. Among the white smiling faces of kids, parents and the elderly in a village, of the southern part of Lombok. I see joy and happiness. The kids playing on the main street; a narrow, bumpy village road filled with holes, "free" dogs (dogs living there), crossing chickens chased by the virile rooster of the village, woman emptying water from the dishes. The kids have the "time of there life", big white smiles - as i should be in the younger days of the youth, pure fun - the way to learn motor skills, and to adapt for the environment.
Just got back from the mall of Mataram - where I staying the last night of my visit to the island of Lombok. The contrast are breathtaking and conspicuous, of the new material world we live in - the money profit part of the globe. Kids playing with the new toys, driving small scale cars, custom made for children, however, the kids are not as happy as the kids playing on the streets of Gerupuk, Lombok (the small village I just visited, filled with holes and chickens). But the parents running behind the kids in Mataram mall, where the kids driving small scale, Ferrari's, BMW and Mercedes - they justifies the kids to be clones of there wellsprings - the parents, the are the ones smiling and having fun. Trust me, the kids from spartan way of living in Gerupuk, arrays much more happiness notwithstanding physical endurance and motivation of life. These reflections from the new experiences I got in Bali and Lombok, makes me feel concerned about the small presents I just got to my own offspring's; Saga and Terje. Classical toys in a typical genus perspective, nevertheless some other cultural things from the old cultivation of the Island of Lombok - present they will understand further up on the road (when they get older), that's why I also bought the more general toys, they recognize. I have a uniform idea of optimizing the living and to make a difference for my own offspring, and to make the "right" ethic/morality choices of life, for all people I come in contact with, hopping to be a inspirer for fellow world citizen's. Remember, pure happiness, don't grow on trees, in the world we are use to. Just wanna make a difference for man kind, helping out.
Your sincerely "Lex Luther" a new nick name I got, from the head coach of surf camp Lombok
Just got back from the mall of Mataram - where I staying the last night of my visit to the island of Lombok. The contrast are breathtaking and conspicuous, of the new material world we live in - the money profit part of the globe. Kids playing with the new toys, driving small scale cars, custom made for children, however, the kids are not as happy as the kids playing on the streets of Gerupuk, Lombok (the small village I just visited, filled with holes and chickens). But the parents running behind the kids in Mataram mall, where the kids driving small scale, Ferrari's, BMW and Mercedes - they justifies the kids to be clones of there wellsprings - the parents, the are the ones smiling and having fun. Trust me, the kids from spartan way of living in Gerupuk, arrays much more happiness notwithstanding physical endurance and motivation of life. These reflections from the new experiences I got in Bali and Lombok, makes me feel concerned about the small presents I just got to my own offspring's; Saga and Terje. Classical toys in a typical genus perspective, nevertheless some other cultural things from the old cultivation of the Island of Lombok - present they will understand further up on the road (when they get older), that's why I also bought the more general toys, they recognize. I have a uniform idea of optimizing the living and to make a difference for my own offspring, and to make the "right" ethic/morality choices of life, for all people I come in contact with, hopping to be a inspirer for fellow world citizen's. Remember, pure happiness, don't grow on trees, in the world we are use to. Just wanna make a difference for man kind, helping out.
Your sincerely "Lex Luther" a new nick name I got, from the head coach of surf camp Lombok
Winsome
Notes from Bali, the 28'th of August. The "photo hour" - last hour of warm colorful light when the sun heading down in the horizon. Buildings, objects and nature become much more graceful and beautiful for the naked eye, this hour of light before sunset. The sharp daylight from the sun transforms to an artist of perfection, displaying the earth as an lovely painting. "Pura Tanah Lot", a winsome Temple with the base on a exposed cliff, at the west part of Bali. Surrounded by thespian rocks and an amazingly garden, are storage on my SD-card, doing my best trying to save the moment by photo. Clearly the best thing is to be here live - undoubtedly. For now, moving on towards the next episode of life
Tears from life
Notes from Bali, the 26'th of August. 5 minutes from home, feeling the speed in my legs, are well adapted to the soft soil, the beach provide - as close to the ocean i get whit out soaking my shoes, completely. I feel the endurance getting better for every single step - I like the flow. Turning up towards the street for some walking and cooling down. After 50 meters on the sidewalk. I meet a adorable, little child walking next to me - begging for money. I show her my running clothes - no cash or anything. I feel real bad, bad indeed. She looks up to me, with her tangled black hair. And I looking in to the tiny beautiful dark eyes. When a tear slowly, slowly runs from her tear canals. One, more, and then both eyes are tearful, at the same second she turns away her head, as she feels ashamed of the tears. I go down next to her, asking for her mother. She showing me with a diffuse movement her mother - to the left of us, sitting against the fence, towards an old construction site - with a baby in her lap. I feel the lumps in my throat and my eyes getting more and more shiny, struggle real hard, for not start crying myself. I guess It's better to stay strong and show real attention to the small family, trying so hard getting my tear from stream, real hard. They live there, when thinking about it, I have seen them there earlier in the week. I ask the mother, how the can get money, cause there's no well fair or social security system in this country. It's the family's supporting each other, but this is a small family. They get there income from tourist, selling bracelets. The mother, name Wyan. Trying to keep a god face, but the truth shines straight through her. I know she is doing everything for keeping the face - for her daughter sake. The mother is the back bone, the only comfort Joma has (the small girls name). Joma are hungry and slowly start dosing of, hard to stay awake, against the fence, getting more and more tired. I say to the mother, - i will run home and get money for you. She looks at me with real grateful expression, saying : promise you come back? - I will, trust me, you have my word. I run as fast as I can. With the small beautiful eyes on my retina, while my tears fall, falling, all the way back to Arthawan "losemen" - where I live. When coming back to the small family, two more people are there, two older men, better to speak English, cause the mother could only say, there names and pleas bye "holding up the bracelets" and simple quotes in English. I bye a bracelet, for a big sum, hoping for some difference, and knowing that there is many tourists in Kuta beach, I hope, I hope. I will never forget the face on Joma, when she tried to hide her tears and to stay awake. I'm sitting her at an internet cafe (restaurant) thinking of the small girl - Joma, with her family living on the street, with her little sister. The other child on Wyans lap, also named Wyan. Thinking of her, stuck on my retina, forever, I guess, forever.............Trying to stay awake, holding her tears.......holding her tears....
I'm in love...
Notes from Bali, the 26'th of August. Pure happiness, pure happiness, everywhere I go, I see people with good spirits and big Colgate smiles - people on the country side and the periphery. Now referring to the inhabitant of Bali - Indonesia. Wherever I turn, there is friendly outgoing persons. This significantly fact, regardless of social class is especially strong in the pore citizen. Of course, the fact that my physical appearance as a white person gather curious looks - because it is synonym to cash and wealth. Nevertheless I can't ignore the true shine and warmth from them all. This people live in Spartan way of living. The have a tread in common, is there structure (discipline), clothes (school uniform) and super trimmed peripheral looks. And big jolly smiles among them. However, I can see some sad school children, which often are over weight children - same all over the world -This is just a thesis, but remember that we all want to fit in to the group, as other animal. "No rocket science" - do you want to be over weight?. I believe that well structure in combination to personal interest(a.k.a.,fun) - for the individually person is the recipe for success. Conclusion, this people is very poor, but have a good school policy, to invest in the youth. I see a lot of possibilities, in this country,cheep living, to start with a small estate on the beach in Bali, further on down the road. Just love this place, warmth, friendly, amazing waves - for those experienced "dudes" - hopefully me in a couple of years from now on. I'm in love....
Euphoria
Notes from Bali, the 24'th of August. Endorphins runs throw my body and veins, activated by 1 minutes intervals, in company of the huge blood red sun on it's way to vanish in the horizon, the warm silk-like air travels throw the oral cavity. While my own red running shoes hits the white sand - in a high frequency, sounds like muffled thumps - "dumph, dumph" My vascular system, arteries and veins - connecting lungs, heart and muscles for higher performance, transporting oxygen and waste products. This is life as it's best. My body and mind is constructed for high stimulus of the "runner high" (endorphins). I'm addicted of the bodies own state of "euphoria". I see everything so clear and feel so mere alive, as my interest for the endocrine system increases, more and more. I have to know it "all", about the body's own function - inside out. I say it again, sport medicine is pure passion, pure passion....
New moon
Notes from Bali, the 22'th of August. My skin head look, with shaggy clothes and a slim limp, marked on my left leg - House stile, apparently getting all the attention, from the drug dealers and prostitutes. I guess, this is a wild wild guess, It can't be possible, to get so much offers in distance of a 100 yards, Viagra, Ephedrine(perfect if you wanna make amphetamine, if you know your organic chemistry) Cocaine - true story, and sex. Of course it's Bali and Kuta area, but anyway. I haven't had take a proper look in the mirror, for a long, long time. And my other clothes are at the laundry service. Maybe I stand out among other lose men - not a good sign at all, trust me. Regarding my limp, it's because my thongs I guess (flip flop). They are useless for distance over 10 feet on sandy beaches. They are now history, my old old Nike's (Triax) are back on my feet, where they belong. My foot must be better, I miss the late night running, at the beach. But I'm waiting for the moon, to shadow me on the cardiovascular.
On Sunday the 28'th there is a new moon, according to the tide chart - I'm waiting......
On Sunday the 28'th there is a new moon, according to the tide chart - I'm waiting......
Bad as
Notes from Bali, the 22'th and 23'th of August.
I am on the other side of the globe, no friends, family or relatives and money left , except 180 000 Rupiah(134 kr) - cause my credit card was on an personal "road trip" whit out me. Nordea (Swedish bank) was not fast to deal with, regarding money transfer. So I took the scooter and went for a long trip towards the higher parts of Bali, on the countryside (instead of feeling cranky and low) - where the rice fields are. Driving real fast with the scooter ( 40-60 km/h) when somebody suddenly taped my on right shoulder - at this high speed. There he was, a cool looking dude with black Oakley's. So I gently pulled over. He was so cool and manly when he slowly walked up next to me, he walked in super slow mo, as an classic Highway patrol officer, in a American movie from the 80's. I felt this is was real bad, bad indeed, cause I didn't have driving license or registration with me, and ad the traffic violations, I have broken on my crouch rocket - vespa. I needed to act as a an poor tourist, student, surfer boy, with no money or hope - (actually It was true, except for the hopeless part). So he could feel more superior, as an "GOD" of the highway. In a way, I tried real hard to keep my sad, emphatic impression on my face and not to burst in to laughter when this 5 foot long police officer with Oakley's approached me, remember, in super slow motion - as a bad cop from a Dirty Harry movie.
- license and registration please!
I had to keep to my role character. Apparently I rode the red light and no driving license. This was so bad, not a situation to argue with Dirty Harry, however, he was a simple police officer used to struggle with the math in high school. Simple psychology should do the trick( I hoped). I was apposed to attend at court in 14 day from this day, (can't do that, I'm in Lombok at that date, trying to learn surfing - I was thinking to my self), to pay my fine of 2 500 000 ruphia (1864kr). We talked on, and finally he let me go with a warning, and left - of course, in super slow mo in the extremely manly way, he was a bad as - In his own point of view anyway. Thank you not spoiling my visit to Bali, Mr police officer.
Now the flight to Lombok and the local surf camp in on. Leaving Bali, the 31'th of August. Heading to the jungle, with all the mosquito and malaria. Malarone is packed. Moving on. B-)
I am on the other side of the globe, no friends, family or relatives and money left , except 180 000 Rupiah(134 kr) - cause my credit card was on an personal "road trip" whit out me. Nordea (Swedish bank) was not fast to deal with, regarding money transfer. So I took the scooter and went for a long trip towards the higher parts of Bali, on the countryside (instead of feeling cranky and low) - where the rice fields are. Driving real fast with the scooter ( 40-60 km/h) when somebody suddenly taped my on right shoulder - at this high speed. There he was, a cool looking dude with black Oakley's. So I gently pulled over. He was so cool and manly when he slowly walked up next to me, he walked in super slow mo, as an classic Highway patrol officer, in a American movie from the 80's. I felt this is was real bad, bad indeed, cause I didn't have driving license or registration with me, and ad the traffic violations, I have broken on my crouch rocket - vespa. I needed to act as a an poor tourist, student, surfer boy, with no money or hope - (actually It was true, except for the hopeless part). So he could feel more superior, as an "GOD" of the highway. In a way, I tried real hard to keep my sad, emphatic impression on my face and not to burst in to laughter when this 5 foot long police officer with Oakley's approached me, remember, in super slow motion - as a bad cop from a Dirty Harry movie.
- license and registration please!
I had to keep to my role character. Apparently I rode the red light and no driving license. This was so bad, not a situation to argue with Dirty Harry, however, he was a simple police officer used to struggle with the math in high school. Simple psychology should do the trick( I hoped). I was apposed to attend at court in 14 day from this day, (can't do that, I'm in Lombok at that date, trying to learn surfing - I was thinking to my self), to pay my fine of 2 500 000 ruphia (1864kr). We talked on, and finally he let me go with a warning, and left - of course, in super slow mo in the extremely manly way, he was a bad as - In his own point of view anyway. Thank you not spoiling my visit to Bali, Mr police officer.
Now the flight to Lombok and the local surf camp in on. Leaving Bali, the 31'th of August. Heading to the jungle, with all the mosquito and malaria. Malarone is packed. Moving on. B-)
Lonely surfer
Notes from Bali, the 20'th of August.
The surroundings was pitch black, real dark, nevertheless, light from the long colon of oncoming traffic, interrupted the darkness - a long line of scooters, other tiny vehicles and surf cars (minivans). A lot of activity but a peaceful feeling of it all - anyway. I was one a long trip(for a scooter) on the countryside of Bali 15 clicks(15 kilometers) north of Kuta beach. Traveled throw small, sleeping villages, when I finally reached Echo beach in the middle of nowhere, a restaurant enlightened the shoreline, perfect place for a short stop. I saw a lonely surfer looking man, eating a meal - looking out, towards the breaks from the 7-14 feet waves on the reef. I took contact, just smiled and introduced myself to the athlete. His name were Mikael from Luxembourg. It was an perfect contact(for my agenda), same feeling as I got with an doctor and athlete in Stockholm - good spirit. He was an triathlete and surfer. Done Kalmar, Ironman, 6 times. Al calm, cool, easy going person. I asked about tips and important things regarding surfing - cause I now less than nothing about reading the ocean, sets of waves, currents, structures of the bottom, reefs and on. Even though I was standing on the second try, I now, this is "the tip of the ice berg" - I'm clueless in surfing. I need to interview the real surfers - not the money profit surf schools, on the beach that take money and push out the customers on there own - without any knowledge of the ocean. I got real good advise from the "dude". Thanked him for the useful information and went back home, on the tortuous small village roads - in the obscure night. Thinking of the advise a got. When back at hostel - Arthawan (looseman), wheres my current residency is. I put on my running shoes, and went for a nice 90 min run at the beach, in the company of big waves, hitting on the shoreline, listening of the sound from the city night - a variety of different music, from all partying clubs and restaurants. Thinking of my my next step on this voyage. So now I'm sitting here at an internet cafe. Just sent an email to surf camp Lombok(hoping for a free spot), where they teach you the basics in surfing, so I can travel Europe in the "small" spare time of Medical school - the years to come.
Your sincerely Anders from Kuta - Bali
The surroundings was pitch black, real dark, nevertheless, light from the long colon of oncoming traffic, interrupted the darkness - a long line of scooters, other tiny vehicles and surf cars (minivans). A lot of activity but a peaceful feeling of it all - anyway. I was one a long trip(for a scooter) on the countryside of Bali 15 clicks(15 kilometers) north of Kuta beach. Traveled throw small, sleeping villages, when I finally reached Echo beach in the middle of nowhere, a restaurant enlightened the shoreline, perfect place for a short stop. I saw a lonely surfer looking man, eating a meal - looking out, towards the breaks from the 7-14 feet waves on the reef. I took contact, just smiled and introduced myself to the athlete. His name were Mikael from Luxembourg. It was an perfect contact(for my agenda), same feeling as I got with an doctor and athlete in Stockholm - good spirit. He was an triathlete and surfer. Done Kalmar, Ironman, 6 times. Al calm, cool, easy going person. I asked about tips and important things regarding surfing - cause I now less than nothing about reading the ocean, sets of waves, currents, structures of the bottom, reefs and on. Even though I was standing on the second try, I now, this is "the tip of the ice berg" - I'm clueless in surfing. I need to interview the real surfers - not the money profit surf schools, on the beach that take money and push out the customers on there own - without any knowledge of the ocean. I got real good advise from the "dude". Thanked him for the useful information and went back home, on the tortuous small village roads - in the obscure night. Thinking of the advise a got. When back at hostel - Arthawan (looseman), wheres my current residency is. I put on my running shoes, and went for a nice 90 min run at the beach, in the company of big waves, hitting on the shoreline, listening of the sound from the city night - a variety of different music, from all partying clubs and restaurants. Thinking of my my next step on this voyage. So now I'm sitting here at an internet cafe. Just sent an email to surf camp Lombok(hoping for a free spot), where they teach you the basics in surfing, so I can travel Europe in the "small" spare time of Medical school - the years to come.
Your sincerely Anders from Kuta - Bali
Rocky
Once every year, between August and September, the shoreline of Bali - feels the force of nature. Unforgiven waves hit the beaches and the current are harsh. That's why my first day of surfing - yesterday,- it were a "little" bit breathtaking - I'll promise you. The local surfers showing their absence - don't need to be a rocket scientist to now why. Today I went down to the beach seeking for a local surfer - I needed the information for reading the ocean. So I can surf whiteout risking my life and limps - to much anyway. I meet a local surf guru, named "Rocky" a tanned athletic built man in his 40-60'is ( hard to guess the age, trust me it was) old cool "dude" anyway. He sat there by his tribe of "easy going" surfers. All so glad and chilled - just love there attitude, big fat white smiles of pure happiness, among the all. Rocky told me that you mast be crazy or stupid to go out under these conditions - not worth it. Just wait, on Sunday the ocean will be more forgiving. When the surface "hopefully" are mirror like, and nice sets of waves hit the beaches in perfect swells. That's what I'm waiting for. So now it's time for some documentation by camera - instead, resting the body and mind. I also have moved to an cheaper accommodation - third the renting price for the other one, and free breakfast. So now it's real "looseman way of living" for the rest of the trip. Enjoying the journey of endless learning in a breath taking atmosphere. Surfs up dudes :-D
Charging batteries of my first day in heaven - I'm not a god (for a long long time)
Sitting here in a small internet cafe in the center of Kuta( great point breaks for surfing in Bali no 4 ranking of the world) between Poppis (Street name) 1 and Poppis 2. Just doing my daily notes on Facebook, cause I can't reach my main blog account (Med school 2011) from this terminal. Sitting here and planing the day to come. Up early to use the high tides - better conditions for surfing - less currents and hopefully better mirror like water and smooth swells. Not as today where the waves were cruel and unforgiving. The instructors warned for surfing even as a beginner in the white waves, nevertheless, I'm stubborn and wanted as much out of the day as possible, surfed anyway, now sitting here with a sore ankle, however, early morning I will start my second day of surfing - as an newbie (apprentice, rookie). It is time to use all information (a lot of it) and try to catch waves, stand on the board, and use it to make left or right turns so I can advance to a smaller board - I guess, it will be some time, days weeks?! I need a lot of practice and to stay calm all the way. Not as cardiovascular training where you push your body to the max - as in intervals for the speed and to manage low level of lactic acid (C3H6O3 - milk acid). So hard focus on the technique and to rest when the boy is to tired - for concentration, not to push it, cause I will manage all my time in Bali, without any injury or in the wore case DEATH - the waves are amazing but harsh. I will bring the camera to the beach some day and catch the monsters on an SD-card - with my small Nikon. Soon it's early morning on the 19'th of August at Kuta beach in Bali. For now it's a good night sleep, and let the cerebral hemisphere (your brain) process all the information of today. Surf up dudes :-D
Your sincerely Anders
Your sincerely Anders
First day on a surfboard - ever
Standing on a surf board for the first time in my life, on the second try, however the injured ankle from the accident, at work just before the trip - mangled by a fork lift made it's presence, in the bad conditions, as low tide and strong currents, however, now I'm ready to rumble again. Rented a board for 28 days - for a amazing prize - not to tell, or the guy will go bankrupt - regarding to rumors, for to low prices, trust me, it's possible to go real low in cost for the board - thanks to smart bargain. Now it will be early surfing to improve my apprentice way of surfing. Just regularly smart training with my "huge" board - long way from a big gun(small fast board for the big waves). Surfs up B-)......
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