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Soon my bf (best friend ) Stina is coming to Paradise. The waves have been awefully small the last few days so I just happened to do something that Stina might not appreciate when she comes here. One of the guys always surfing at Kuta beach has been asking me over and over when my friend is coming and if I think she’ll like him and if he can have her when she arrives. I’ve been very reserved and told him I don’t know, up to Stina bla bla. Then a couple of days ago when I was feeling low because of pretty shitty surf conditions he offered me all the waves for the rest of my stay  if gave him Stina. The guy is an awesome surfer and really hard stealing waves from so this was an offer I couldn’t refuse.  Since I accepted he has been counting down the days until Stina is coming and helping me catch waves. Sorry Stina, but consider yourself bortgift. I really hope you like him.

A lot of stuff has happened since last time I wrote; backstage at a rock concert, fishing (caught two fishes), birthday party.. Will try to show some of it with pictures, enjoy!


This one's for you Carro. Tole's birthday


Birthday jammin


Oups, no helmet.. we're standing still eh he he don't worry mum ;)


When it rains here it rains a lot

Mulut besar means big mouth in Indonesian and this is what you call someone who brags. Now it's time for me to brag a bit. My Indonesian and My surfing is getting better each day while my english is getting worse. I'm talking like a real local now, broken english ha ha..

My surfing is improving and I feel pretty damn proud. When I started surfing I was really impressed by girls surfing shortboards in just a bikini and now guess who's rippin on her shortboard in just a tiny bikini, hell to da yeah your surfpro to be. Unfortunately the swell has been a bit down so the waves haven't been the best but it's still been great. I've learnt how to duckdive and I'm getting more and more in control of my board. Every day I breakfast at the beach (rice or noodles) and hit the waves. If I surf at Kuta beach and get a nice ride I can see Wan and the others cheer at the beach. Feels really good to have such great fan club. I surf two or three times a day and although Kuta is a real party place I've only been out dancing my first night here.

For those of you who don't know what duck dive is;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8WEf3q1TQU&feature=related


I was supposed to go to Jawa and look at the famous temple Borobodur but unfortunately it's been a volcano eruption in this area. At the same time a tsunami hit the Indonesian island Sumatra. This means that I once again only visit Lombok and Bali while in Indonesia. Guess that means that I have to come back again :)
In a bout ten days my bff Stina is coming to Bali. When she arrives we'll go to Lombok with Wan and celebrate the Muslim holiday Eid al Adha. I'm really looking forward to seeing everyone in Lombok again and once again go to the mosque.


Manca (Slovenia), Hery, Me and Wan posing at the beach. Me and Manca are trying to look like football players.

Before I go.. this is my Indonesian no (better late than never); -6287862488160

It’s been a while.. Jenny has been all grown-up for more than a year and now it’s time for my comeback ! This time the adventure is a bit shorter but still freaking awesome! I’m going back to the “crime scene” , hell  to da yeah, back to Indo, woop woop! 

On equest of my dear family I’m dusting off the Blogg. If you feel like commenting, push the button kommentera at the end of this text.  All my bags are packed.. sort of and I’m totally ready to go.. Way past my bedtime already. Sampai jumpa! (see you in Indonesian)

Yepp, bloggerskan e tillbaks.. Underbart e kort, denna gång är resan begränsad till sju fin fina veckor. Surfproffset återvänder och bloggen dammas av. Resan börjar imorgon så fröken har redan stannat uppe för länge. Avslutar med lite tjusiga bilder.


Stina also wanted to come so she tried to sneak into my boardbag.. Sorry Stina see you in November. That's right, Stina is coming to Bali for two weeks in November :)




Last supper. Eating mashed potatoes, yummy!
Lite retro, fredagkväll vid grillen.

It's been a while.. I noticed that the beautiful weather in Europe decreased the amount of comments on my blog, so I decided to take a break.. But I've been feeling a bit guilty.. so now I'm back!

A couple of weeks ago we went to Lombok, my dear Wan and me. We drove there on the motorbike and took the ferry over from Bali. It was a lot of fun driving there by ourselves but the butt was pretty soar after many hours on the motorbike. We stayed in Wan's hometown for about a week and slept at his cousin Rio's home, same like last time. We had a great time, I saw loads of places where, according to Wan, no tourists had been. Once again I felt like a pop star when people were giggling when I passed by and saying Hello Mister! I just smiled back and said hello Madame. His friends and family took me around and showed me beautiful places. We went up in the mountains and to Kuta Lombok which is the total opposite to Kuta Bali, almost no tourists, no discos and beautiful clear-blue water. Also we visited a friend who owns a pharmacy. The whole village got all excited and many came to talk to the bole (westerner). I've met Wan's mum the other times we've been in Lombok but this time I also got to meet his dad. His dad lives in a village a bit outside his hometown.  

For those of you who didn't know Indonesia is the biggest Muslim country in the world and Lombok is famous as the island with a thousand mosques. My "Wan and only" is  Muslim and our last day he took me to the mosque. We went up early in the morning and around five we went to the biggest of the mosques in Masbagik.  I thought that no one would notice that I was non- Indonesian since I came dressed like all the other women in Sarong and white, long headscarf. I was all surprised when Wan went with me to the women's part of the mosque to show me how to put my praying mat. I tried to sit all discrete in the back and just observe. But the women noticed the confused bole, guess it wasn't that hard to spot me since I'm at least one head taller than the other women (didn't feel to cool in the outfit).  The women told me to sit with them and they wouldn't take no for an answer. Said and done, I sat next to a wonderful old woman. She asked me how long I had been a Muslim and when I told her I wasn't she looked a bit worried and asked me if my dad knew that I was there. When I told her he did she got very happy and insisted on teaching me how to pray. Said and done, your surfpro to be prayed Muslim style and after the prayer finished people were shaking each other's hands and many people came to greet the super surfer. It was a great a experience and I really appreciate that I got the chance to do it. It was a contrast to the daily hindu praying here and Bali and the Christian way at home. All religions have different ways, but what all religions really talk about is the importance of taking care of eachother.

So how about the surfing.. yes she is getting better but still far from pro. But I do have a sponsor ha ha or atleast I consider it so. My Swizz friend is a designer  and before she went home for the summer she gave us some clothes. So I now consider myself to be surfing for Swizz laundry's (that's the brand) team. Also I have booke my ticket home and will be back in dear ( c)old Sweden the 3^rd of august. I can't believe it.. I'm actually panicing.. Don't want to leave my loevely boy and the life here but at the same time it's gonna be great to see everyone back home again and to feed my poor bank account again.

Some pics from the trip to Lombok


Lady making tofu, according to one the best tofu comes from Lombok.


Coffee, Wawan says also says that the best coffee, the best tempe and the best boys come from Lombok ;)


Tobacco, probably the best tobacco in the world.. have to ask Wawan


Me (yes that's the surfpro to be) at a restaurant in Wan's homtown.. recognize it Eve?


The most private toilet ever.. not really made for tall Swedish girls..  can I please wish for higher walls..


Bbq in the mountains.. I'm still vegetarian, but the noodles were yummy!


Motor bike ride


Kuta life

Election, when you vote in Indo you have to put your finger in ink that doesn't fade until after a couple of days. This is Wayan, one of the owners of the house we live in.


Me painting outside our room (do that quite a lot now) and our  (not really our, but almost) lovely dog. He was so happy to see us when we got back from Lombok. He's growing..alot.

But, but, in health is so much more fun.. No I'm not getting married ( if I fooled you with today's title), but Wan has been sick..again.. and we are getting sick of being sick.. because; when Wan is not sick I'm sick. We're hardly sick from living unhealthy since we almost never  drink alcohol and it's definitely not from stress ha ha..

When my boy got sick he is a bit of a drama queen. I've heard stories about when men are sick they're "really" sick and feeling sorry for themselves but never quite believed in it. Because, when my dear dad is sick he doesn't complain.. Like when he had water in his knee he just kept on walking. If he would break a leg during a football game (not that he plays football any more) he would just keep on playing (slightly exaggeration).  So when my dear  boy started being a bit of a drama queen I actually couldn't help giggling, not once.. but twice, oups (blush, blush)! We tought that he had tonsillitis and I have had it many times and when he was acting as if he would die I couldn't stop myself from giggling. We went to the doctor, the cheap and good one (not docotr bohong if you remember). He told us that it wasn't tonsillitis but something a bit more painful. Also the doctor said that he shouldn't eat or drink cold things and since we thought it was tonsillitis I had fed him with loads of ice cream. After the visit at the doctors your surfpro to be felt  like the worst girlfriend in the world or atleast in Kuta. But after visiting our favorite doctor, I've been soo understanding and also he hasn't talked about almost dying. Think that my poor Wan felt less worried after the visit but also he was told by the doctor to speak as little as possible. A bit boring, but not that big of  a problem when the girlfriend can talk for two..or three.

Angående namndiskussionen så är ju Jimmy värsta coola namnet ha ha stackars brorsan, helt förvirrad när Hilde sa till honom att sitta. ligga och spela död? Men men du tar väl inga order, du har ju värsta gangsternamnet av oss alla tre ;)

And it opened up my mind.. (sorry for quoting such a bad song) So here comes the secret I promised..

Well, your surfpro to be quit her job, that's right.. how will Scandinavia now get their nativity scenes.. You understand the serious pain this will cause the Scandinavians. Some of you might think that I'm crazy quitting a job which pays me millions.. but keep in mind that this is ruphia, meaning I'm not that well paid. So it started with me getting a job offer from my old job in Falkenberg and.. I was tempted. The night before I had to decide my boss here started to act strange and wanted to pay me less money.. blah ha blah ha, long story. So I took this as a sign (yes I saw the sign and it did open up my mind, I guess).  Said and done I accepted the job offer in Sweden. Haven't got a ticket home yet but I'll be home before the 10^th of August because that's when I start working. Unfortunately I can't go to Martina and Håkan's wedding the 15^th since my niece is having her confirmation the same day.. (Damn when fun stuff happens, why do they have to be one the same date).

Hell yeah, "working nine to five, what a way to make a living". The temp will last until end December, after that my plan is to go back here for a couple of months. I feel good about my decision and it's gonna be great to meet family and friends and work with something I love. Have to admit that I wasn't that passionate about selling nativity scenes (please forgive me God).  So my plan is to enjoy my last time here and surf as much as possible and of course spend as much time as possible with My 1 .. And then it's back to living with my dear parents in the metropolis of Harplinge. So, special thanks to them for once again having me stay at their place, although I'm a bit too old for that, but parenting is for a lifetime job ha ha, ask my parents- they sure know. To my defense I want to say that my mum was one the people suggesting that I should come home for a bit (don't really know what my dad's opinion was). Poor them for having a daughter trying to go pro in Indo, when all my friends are buying houses and getting married (congrats once again; Martina + Håkan and Charly + Hasse).

Also special thanks f to Mr Falk with team remembering me when needing a temporary worker, will be a pleasure working for you once again (men kom ihåg att jag  inte har något  trollspö och är ej heller någon Jultomte). 

Feels a bit strange to actually see the end of this stay in Indo but.. to quote Arnold S. in "Terminator"; "I'll be back!" or to quote famous Indonesian reggae artist (and also a friend of mine Steven, he he I'm too cool); "Aku kembali" (I'm coming back). Seems like I have a thing for quotes this time.. maybe you all could comment with quotes ha ha.. And please do comment, or else I might get all offended and stay here forever ever.. mwohahaha (evil laughter)...silence..please, sob, sob..

Btw. Also want to mention that I'm still enoying driving the motorbike and I'm super cool. Sometimes even wearing Wan's helmet, you remember; "Tell your mum I said thanks". More fun to wear this when you're a girl, don't you think??

Will end with two pics I took today, when we once again went to the fish market in Jimbaran. "Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy".. meaning loads of seafood and love for all of you guys of course (fjäsk, fjäsk).


Hindu ceremony at the beach


Selling tobacco, not the happy herb kind of one.. I think

And let's end today's blogg with a lovely picture taken in November in Gili, just because it's so beautiful..

Everyone who doesn't feel like going to Indonesia, raise your hand... you must be crazy or gila as we say here in Indo.

Your Swedish surfpro hasn't written for a long time. One of the reasons is that my man has been sick so I've been worried about him. It all started last Sunday. We were supposed to go on a trip (this we try to do every Sunday, to escape Kuta for a bit). But this Sunday Wan woke up with fever and didn't feel good at all. Since we thought all local doctors were closed I took him to one for tourists aka Dr Bohong, indonesian for Dr Bull shit. We ended up paying half my monthly salary, hooray! Wan got a shoot in his butt (have no idea what kind of medicine, the doctor only said it was vitamin). They also wanted to check if he had the dengue fever but Wan got upset by the price and left. He kept on feeling bad and we got more worried, so two days ago we went to a local doctor, he confirmed that Wawan has the dengue fever and that it will soon pass, he just need to rest and drink a lot (water that is, not alcohol incase anyone wondered). This doctor was much better and we only paid a tenth of the price we paid at dr Bullshit.

But as we say in Sweden, there's no bad thing that doesn't also bring something good. Since Wan has been sick I've been forced to get food etc and I've really started enjoying riding around on the motorbike, feeling all Indonesian.  My Swedish friends voted for the European election although they were in Australia and therefore I decided to check out if I could vote here in Bali or not. I found no information at the internet so I decided to drive to Sanur (yes mum, this time I was wearing a helmut) and talk to the people at the consulate. Said and done, yesterday I drove there and got my voting envelope. Since Indo mail isn't famous for being extremely fast the lady at the consulate told me I had to send it with UPS. Even though it would be expensive I was still considering it when I came home, who doesn't want to be a good citizen and vote (go left wing, ha ha). Wan who had been inside the room all day got curious about my letter and then accidently tore of a piece which you're not   supposed to take away. I guess that was a sign. Even though I think everyone should vote, this time Europe will have to do without my vote.

Here are some pics from our last sunday trip. We started with being all cultural visiting Bali cultural park


The hindu God Vischnu, Bali cultural park


Me and the giant hands


After being all cultural we went to a beautiful beach called Balangan..

Also..before I go..  I've noticed that you guys are losing interest a bit since it's summer and all in Europe.. but do have a look on tuesday. Promise to tell a secret then.. oh yeah typical cliff hanger..

Hell yeah, Harplinge's best surfer, meaning your surfpro to be, was kicking ass a couple of days ago. Well, I guess I kick ass all the time (she's getting arrogant) but this was something extra. This very day I came to Kuta beach for a morning surf and my friends/coaches asked if I should join them to Kuta reef, I said yes with a confident voice (less confident mind). Said and done we took the boat out to the reef. The waves were perfect, almost started crying of joy when I saw a set rolling in. The waves were pretty big, fat, clean and not closing.. exactly the kind of waves Harplinge's surfpro perfers. I got some really good, long rides and the rest of the day I walked around with the biggest smile and sorest arms in Kuta. My friend/coach Hery keeps talking about how he was paddeling back when he saw me riding a great wave. A true blogg picture moment, but no cameras there, so you have to trust me when I say I was Queen of the waves. The following days the waves were really shit. This is both the charm and the pet peeve about surfing, That the waves are awesome one day doesn't guarantee that they will be good the following day, being a surfer is a constant search for the perfect wave. The search (Ripcurls slogan), do you hear that Ripcurl? It's about time you get a surfer from Harplinge on your team.. still no sponsors, sob, sob..

Well, since I can't show you any pictures of me surfing I'll give you some random pics instead. Btw saw that "Mr Print wrong Nisse"  (tryckfels-Nisse) has been visiting my blogg, sorry about bad spelling and grammar. To my defence I have to say that my English isn't as bad as it looks even though it's been getting worse since I came back to Bali. So has my Swedish, feels a bit embarrasing, blush, blush..




This one is for you mum. The back of Wan's helmet., don't really think Wan knows what it's implying..  


"Hooker, for Sale. Nobody does it better".. stick to nursing Stina, will you. Found this nice sign in Australia. Also found a sign saying "No standing any time, this area reserved for picking up or getting down".




This is taken in Kuta. Combined cemetary, basketball and volleyball field. First time I saw this I couldn't help wondering if the people died while playing basketball or if it was the audience who passed away. When I asked Wan about why they had graves just next to the sports field he said that they probably just wanted the dead to have some fun, watching a game even though they're dead. Makes sence I guess especially since the Balinise people take very good care of spirits. What do you guys think?