The groms not in the spotlight were ripping just as much as those in the heats. These little rippers have the art of pumping a surf board down and make something out of nothing with their agile young bodies, fearless approach and endless play time hours on the water. It's pure joy to watch them in action.
I left the surf contest by peddling away from cars, tents and heat announcements easing up on my cadence on a cliff edge or when ‘whatever’ caught my eye. Joy of joys, the only traffic I saw gave a friendly wave as they passed by and getting exercise while surrounded by such beauty is (for me) the perfect spiritual balance.I haven't a clue what this is, but I know what it's not - which is a pineapple. It is simply flora in full bloom, but what a glorious fruity imitation it is.
There are only 12 letters in the Hawaiian alphabet and all words end in a vowel. As I rode over this bridge I thought "bet you can't say that properly after a couple of beers', but then again, maybe you'd actually start to get it right?
It's also a glorious black beauty of a sand beach on one side...
and something that looked like the Okovango Delta on the other.
There was plenty of wildlife on display of the two legged kind...
some more adapted to the conditions than others.