Reubyn Ash knows Bali.

So when he bolted to the Isle of a Thousand Temples with fam-a-lam early in the new year, faced with a bit of precipitation and a different swell direction do you reckon he scratched his head baffled at where to score?

Nope.

He paddled out at a rivermouth known to be frequented by men in grey suits. Word is a couple of them both peckish and curious, thought about getting closer, but then saw the sharpness of the blade and the ferocity of the hacks, and stayed well out back to ensure their fins stayed attached to their backs, and not end up in a Kowloon soup pot.