Pics of the entire gang at the beach: Tabs body surfing, Theresa and Pip looking glam, Mistaya, Joop, Peter, Kyran and I at various stages of boarding. The South Pacific Ocean is asthetic in every way. It looks beautiful, feels silky and warm on the skin, sounds wonderous, smells fresh, and doesn’t even taste too bad–just salty. Yet still…its power never leaves my pysche for a moment. Every moment of enjoyment coexists with a moment of great thankfulness for the great priviledge to be there, sharing the ocean with so many other wonderous creatures. As well as with a moment of alertness, always noticing any subtle change–have the waves/current changed in size? Direction? Force? Depth? Clarity? Temperature? Are the seacreatures changing in size? Number? Speicies? Everytime I spotted a new amazing sea creature my excitement was tinged with slight fear–what if the next creature is something a little bit too big, with perhaps too many sharp teeth? It is like any sport worth persuing–always a little fear to add to the thrill of it.
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