Model: Catherine Peters // Hair and Makeup: Heather Harris // Photos: Peter Taras
Tiger Tank 2
I met her at an Internet café in Bali back when people used Internet cafés. She leaned over, “Do you know how to work these headphones?” I did. We went for lunch and drank tall beers and she told me about her travels to India, Thailand and Bali. She was a divorcée trying to find herself, the total Eat, Pray, Love situation, and I teased her about it. She blushed and asked me about surfing. That night we danced and drank like we were in our early 20s, which I was, but she certainly was not. Still, she looked good. A laugh turned into an arm touch that turned into a kiss and a walk back to her hotel — a hotel much nicer than mine.
The next morning I woke up early, the swell was due to fill in and Uluwatu would be good all day. While I dressed, she retrieved her phone from the bedside table, aimed and took a photo. I laughed. “What’s that about?” “Nothing,” she said with a smirk, punching the keys on her phone. “I just want to send a photo to my girlfriends back home.”