Its' one of my Sisters Bday! I called her yesterday 'cause it actually ...crap its the twelf here today....anyhow...I'm old they're old and they don't give two licks about their birthdays...other than knowing that their brother remembered them!
Ok...so I haven't been posting on here for a while, mainly cause life in Paradise has gotten mundanely perfect and to post would be a mere repetition of the same perfect stories already posted. 20 to 25 minute bicycle rides less than mile into town because everyone you run across you know and want to talk to. Perfect surf because after a year of getting drowned and hit against the reef and rolling over in the middle of the night and having salt water pour out of some mysterious nasal cavity and soak your pillow.......lead to actually catching waves and riding them like a surfer would kinda. Learning to sail nearly everything the island has to offer....Sunfish....Hobie Cats....Mono Hulls. Its been good.
However, this post begins a new dawn. The dawn of Ben/Kevin Costner in a low budget waterworld. His boat was maybe thirty foot. Mine, and I say mine because well its mine! I kinda sorta am borrowing, leasing, buying, paying to rent, trading favors, or just plain using maybe possibly a boat out here. Its a Hobie Getaway. A new cool more stable version of the Hobie Cat 16. I've been told by my sailing instructor and the guy who may or may not have sold it to me or leased it or loaned it to me that its a beast. They say that, but they haven't taken it to the places I am planning on next .well the weekend after next weekend. I am going to RULE the lagoon. If the "smokers" come...I will smoke them. Yes, I recently looked up "WaterWorld" on Netflix only to find I had to pay extra to see it.
This my friends (ok friend because only one person reads this) is a new dawn. The new dawn will be full of GoPro videos that you really can't see because I'm a terrible videographer and I am the guy that will get in way over his head at the drop of a hat when it comes to sailing a #350 boat into the south pacific. I will be the same over confident moron that lied to the local guy at the hangliding spot telling him that "yes, I am a level two pilot" right before running off a thousand foot hill in PA....heading the exact wrong way and crashing into the trees 600 ft before the actual landing zone and tumbling down thru them but managing to survive with only a few herpes likes injuries on his lips.
I suppose its a little more serious out here because one could be swept out to Sea, rather than just hit a big ass tree or come barreling out of the sky from a few thousand feet. Obviously, though, I've been living on an island, surrounded by water, which automatically makes me kinda Pirate like and a great sailor.
Recently (last weekend) a guy who had been doing the responsible deal and planning a "Circumnavigate" the Atoll trip in a kayak to raise awareness and money I believe for the Marshallese schools on Ebeye,....made it like a quarter of the way before turning back. He was in a mere kayak...I have ...well...ok...what amounts to two kayaks with a sail. Yep I can do this
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