Day Zero
This is either a church or a stray dog ...there is roughly the same number of each so it gets a bit confusing.
yup ...had to wake up in that little house eeeevery day. Breath smelt exactly like last nights pina colada eeevery morning, it was tha mos peautiful bref smels I ever smeld
This is me, Ana, Craig and Karyn in a clock-hand direction. We did this pretty much every night. Craig is the chap that was nice enought to loan me his brand spanking, unwaxed 6'6" surfboard of some type. So that we could surf this perfect, crystal smooth, 4-5" volcanic reef barrel on my second to last day. Thanks fella. Janine took the photo, nice photgraph Ms Chisholm (it is worth noticing what word her name becomes when you say it very fast)
...and then I would have to do this again the next day. It was a hectic and bewildering schedule.
until this clown had to turn up and ruin my tranquility by going around and getting married all over the place
..more to cum..
