Agnes Water, OZ
Well, in the Black Hole, I be. I spent the afternoon on the beach. I had my normal morning, waking and stretching and coffee alone usually gets me till noon. Gotta get those joints stretched. Heh heh, I just got that. I wandered down to the shoreline passing by Pete's the hostel's longest resident at 6 mo. and grabbed the surfboard that he had there. It's a nice 8ft+ with a wide body. Perfect for me. I strolled on down, thus armed with Steph and Sonja. Steph occupies a van very similar to Vacilando, which is parked next door. Sonja's a Deutsche Frauliene who I'd love to see wearing a Dirndl. Ah, the ladies here... Yeah, that's the best part. Well, no, but it does make for pleasant scenery. Mmmmm.
I hate reality shows. Wrecking my concentration all together.
Okay, just spent a minute watching the Skandi's behind me playing Monopoly. Yep, back in the motion, back in the mood. So, the beach. Right. I changed into my rashguard, and hit the waves. And you know what, it really is a hoot. It really is fun. Now don't worry, I'm not about to become a surf bum, but I'm gonna enjoy it when I can.
It was a bit choppy in the water but the waves came in on a regular rhythm and had a bit of oomph to them to. Nothing big but the had some push to them. I've yet to really catch one, and I didn't get one today, but it was my third day out since mid April. And the second in a row. I started remembering some of the things from Raglan, how it felt when the surge of the wave catches up and how much it matters where you lie on your board, an inch really does seem to make a difference. Getting used to a different board as well, but I have to see, this one is great. I wonder who it belongs to? There were waves breaking close to the shore and I made for these, practicing my standup, moving the board beneath me as I rise up onto it, connected to the water by the soles of my feet. Yeah, I can understand the rush, and I've yet to really get one yet. Hmm, maybe tomorrow.
My afternoon then passed cheerily on the sand, chillin', spillin' and having a goof. The swiss misses paddled in and greeted John Boy who'd been looking pretty on the beach. My toenails matched my mood as they'd been painted a few hours earlier by Biggie which I think precipitated my entire day.
Yep, if I had to put a pin on it, it was the toe nails that really starting the spinning of today's revolution round that yonder orb. Yep, that was it, Butch.
The Swiss are a goofy duo. It's odd that since I've gotten North of Brisbane I've met a plethera of Swiss but things just swim that way at times....
My mind's awandering again, so I'm gonna sign off for abit, and have a stroll. So that's about it, just thinking about the fact that Halloween is drawing nigh. Hmmm..
I hate reality shows. Wrecking my concentration all together.
Okay, just spent a minute watching the Skandi's behind me playing Monopoly. Yep, back in the motion, back in the mood. So, the beach. Right. I changed into my rashguard, and hit the waves. And you know what, it really is a hoot. It really is fun. Now don't worry, I'm not about to become a surf bum, but I'm gonna enjoy it when I can.
It was a bit choppy in the water but the waves came in on a regular rhythm and had a bit of oomph to them to. Nothing big but the had some push to them. I've yet to really catch one, and I didn't get one today, but it was my third day out since mid April. And the second in a row. I started remembering some of the things from Raglan, how it felt when the surge of the wave catches up and how much it matters where you lie on your board, an inch really does seem to make a difference. Getting used to a different board as well, but I have to see, this one is great. I wonder who it belongs to? There were waves breaking close to the shore and I made for these, practicing my standup, moving the board beneath me as I rise up onto it, connected to the water by the soles of my feet. Yeah, I can understand the rush, and I've yet to really get one yet. Hmm, maybe tomorrow.
My afternoon then passed cheerily on the sand, chillin', spillin' and having a goof. The swiss misses paddled in and greeted John Boy who'd been looking pretty on the beach. My toenails matched my mood as they'd been painted a few hours earlier by Biggie which I think precipitated my entire day.
Yep, if I had to put a pin on it, it was the toe nails that really starting the spinning of today's revolution round that yonder orb. Yep, that was it, Butch.
The Swiss are a goofy duo. It's odd that since I've gotten North of Brisbane I've met a plethera of Swiss but things just swim that way at times....
My mind's awandering again, so I'm gonna sign off for abit, and have a stroll. So that's about it, just thinking about the fact that Halloween is drawing nigh. Hmmm..
posted by Bob Stein at 3:18 AM
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