stickinthesea

stick in the sea                          Well, nearly a major calamity on Ohki (big) beach but thankfully the gods were smiling on as well as laughing at me. There I was attempting the ultimate beach henro “stick in the sea” shot but with my shoes occupying too many hands I thought I would put them up the beach. Then along came a minor tsunami, nearly sweeping my stick away but more importantly almost taking my shoes as well. Thankfully only semi-major wetness was sustained to the right shoe but to lose them would have been entirely incontemplatable. These were serious waves, as I soon found upon this invitation to let things dry out a little and thus take a dip – almost frightening at times and definitely got a literal salty taste of the Hokusai vibes I’ve been feeling since starting out on the Cape. But I clearly have a lot to learn if I’m ever to fulfil the ambition I meant to talk about yesterday of one day learning to surf. As I humourously strutted along the beach in my pants and henro shirt one guy rode a wave for what must have been 20 or 25 seconds. He finished up just in front of me and the look on his face was sheer exhilaration. So there is a strange unexpected consequence of this whole thing- a desire to take to the waves. I’m sure its all the same religion in the end.