Aloha Tribe,
In another month, I might if I'm lucky have the chance to go to the land of Transylvania, in the country of Romania, a land according to myth and legend, story and tale filled with werewolves, vampires, and creatures of shadow and darkness. Now, while searching for werewolf and vampire lore will occupy my long dark nights, along with lots of International Chess in pitch black castles played by candlelight until dawn, during the day if I get to go, I'll do as much surfing as I can in the Black Sea on my 8' Pope Bisect black Stealth board. It has black fins, but I"m thinking of getting three blood red fins for it, just because, well, legends and myths, history and lore, and, you never know. And that never knowing part is what makes life an adventure, it's why, in our hearts, we are all surfers for that is what the seas sing to us each time we ride a wave or even watch dreamy eyed as the swell rolls in, life and times change, so adapt.
I so hope that the trip works out. And even if all I can do is sit on my board and paddle around a flat sea, so be it for such is surfing. Surfing, real Soul Surfing that is to say, is simply about being a surfer. So, hanging with my board in open water, having a fish taco or two in an exotic ancient land filled with magical wonder, and of course strumming my ukulele to the sounds of the children of the night (as Bram Stoker called wolves in his novel Dracula), what could be better!!!
One small ultra light camouflage backpack (holding my Russian chess set, an ukulele, a gray siltarp, bare minimal travel gear). One take-apart two piece surfboard in a black shoulder strap carry case. And, adventure into the primal wilds awaits.
Alohas,
Bodaciously Stoked
Lily of the Valley
In another month, I might if I'm lucky have the chance to go to the land of Transylvania, in the country of Romania, a land according to myth and legend, story and tale filled with werewolves, vampires, and creatures of shadow and darkness. Now, while searching for werewolf and vampire lore will occupy my long dark nights, along with lots of International Chess in pitch black castles played by candlelight until dawn, during the day if I get to go, I'll do as much surfing as I can in the Black Sea on my 8' Pope Bisect black Stealth board. It has black fins, but I"m thinking of getting three blood red fins for it, just because, well, legends and myths, history and lore, and, you never know. And that never knowing part is what makes life an adventure, it's why, in our hearts, we are all surfers for that is what the seas sing to us each time we ride a wave or even watch dreamy eyed as the swell rolls in, life and times change, so adapt.
I so hope that the trip works out. And even if all I can do is sit on my board and paddle around a flat sea, so be it for such is surfing. Surfing, real Soul Surfing that is to say, is simply about being a surfer. So, hanging with my board in open water, having a fish taco or two in an exotic ancient land filled with magical wonder, and of course strumming my ukulele to the sounds of the children of the night (as Bram Stoker called wolves in his novel Dracula), what could be better!!!
One small ultra light camouflage backpack (holding my Russian chess set, an ukulele, a gray siltarp, bare minimal travel gear). One take-apart two piece surfboard in a black shoulder strap carry case. And, adventure into the primal wilds awaits.
Alohas,
Bodaciously Stoked
Lily of the Valley
