It seems that the only topic of conversation in Kuta is the surf - or lack of it. For some reason we thought it would be a good idea to start off our Indonesian journey in Kuta - Bali's surfing Mecca (or not, so we were informed by reliable sources...). Imagine all the worst aspects of a tacky resort in Malaga, minus the nice beaches, throw in a few hundred intoxicated Australian rednecks: this is Kuta. A stroll down the street would be violated by constant heckles of 'hello darling, want to buy a ....' (insert as appropriate). We couldn't sit on the beach without someone trying to sell us a surf lesson every 5 minutes ( the answer is still no), that and the constant torrential rainfall (it was rainy season after all). Our highlight has to be the incredible nightlife and clientele we met there. Drinking copious amounts of arak in an attempt to counteract the disappointment of our predicament, we were soon approached by a group of drunken Australians. Being incredibly amicable people who love interacting with new people, we (attempted to) engage in conversation. After approximately the fifth time of hearing (yet again...) that 'there's no surf' in Bali, I hate to admit it, but we were bored. Not appearing to be perceptive of subtle social cues, we eventually had to leave the bar in order to escape. We swiftly moved on to the Gili islands....and that is a whole other story (the new low: being high-fived by your hotel owner...).