By K&P 
Cans of soda, mineral water, and coconuts, water droplets running down them, still cold, as the humid air condenses. No fridge, but there’s a Styrofoam container, which also serves as a counter to display the assortment. Local macaques are watching closely, waiting for a moment of inattention from the vendor.
He lies in the shade under the roof, his large belly exposed because it’s hot, glancing at the five colorful cans of Coca-Cola, Sprite, and a sweaty coconut taken from the Styrofoam cooler. He looks at the assortment, then at the surfing tourists in the distance, switching between playing good and bad music. He doesn’t feel like shooing them away, although he sees they are lurking—just not yet, only when they come closer.
A wide board, somewhat like a raft, is easy to stand on, even without waves, but he doesn’t want to turn it. Beginners are riding in a straight line, their surfing at this stage and with this gear lasts a few seconds at most. But you can still see the satisfaction; they’re probably proud that they even tried. The waves suitable for surfing are about 100 meters from the beach, it takes courage to get there.
From the large fig tree to the roof, and sneaking up the bamboo pillar, the plan was good but too predictable. The locals know their tricks too well; they don’t fall for such simple moves. He noticed, although he looked like he was sleeping, and quickly jumped up, despite his slow appearance with that belly.
Life like in Madrid, monkeys, shade from large fig trees and corrugated iron roofs, bamboo lounge chairs, the sound of waves, half-naked white tourists who can be persuaded to buy coconuts at an inflated price. Another day at Thomas Beach, some are learning to surf, others have burned themselves and look like lobsters, while others lie on loungers under umbrellas. The weather in Nusa Dua generally cooperates, regardless of the season. The sun can be really harsh here, but there are plenty of shaded spots on this beach. It’s green, with several large fig trees. Old wooden buildings and more modern, nicer restaurants. Lots of young people create a great atmosphere.
The water here can be crystal clear, but this time it’s murky, as the tide brought a lot of debris onto the otherwise clean white sand. The colors are turquoise and blue, and from the steps above, it looks very inviting, and it’s not worse down below. The monkeys and the old buildings set the mood, along with the little stalls with five cans and the macaques’ main target—the coconut. The clumsy theft attempts are amusing for the watchers, but the owner seems annoyed, probably no longer finding it funny. The sand is white and fine, the beach is half a kilometer long, there’s plenty of room to avoid crowding, to have some privacy. Green trees are not far from the waterline, about 10 meters of beach depth, and the water is already deep after just a few steps. It’s a great spot for swimming, the waves don’t knock you down on the first contact, only after a few tries. This is the western part of Nusa Dua, not much, but you can see Kuta to the right, Canggu, further to the west of Bali, and the mountain range there. You can also see tourists flying away, planes from the airport before Kuta take off every few minutes, and those arriving come from the opposite side of the isthmus and are not visible from here.
The path to the beach is a narrow concrete trail, accessible only by scooter, with a small, uneven, rocky parking lot at the end. Then, there are stairs leading down, safe but exhausting, to the 50-meter high cliff. The beach is in the tourist area of Nusa, not far from the main road where there are many nice restaurants, hotels, homestays, and bungalows. The tourist infrastructure is quite rich, with plenty of tourists on the beach, but also in local cafes, restaurants, and on the streets.