My walking on water skills are coming along nicely, my tan (on the other hand) is not.
My life is divided into 'up the hill' and 'down the hill'. It's bizarre Maui-speak, that when you live here often explains why you won't be attending a scheduled event "Uffff I'm so sorry I can't make it, I'm knackered and am already up the hill" the reverse of course works just as well. This is normally met with knowing comprehension and sincere understanding.
That being said.....I was heading down the hill and pulled off to snap the late evening sunrays.
It was worth the trip as I attended a delightful soiree to celebrate the 4th anniversary of the Tamara Katz store. The tango demonstration was a hit, leaving those of use without Argentinean blood (OK me) slightly envious of the sensual and dramatic dance floor rhythms.
Even Ms.Katz's husband (aka the lovely and talented Francisco Goya) showed us his Buenos Aires home town moves.
Switching countries to Venezuela, Diony gets this afternoons vote for one of the best set of obliques, blimey mate not too shabby. Meanwhile, the reason Diony and all of us were at the beach was this....
Sir Jeffrey Henderson had organized all of us that love his Superfreak sails to come to the beach and play. The lack of wind didn't seem to phase anyone and gave rise to this magnificent spectacle. Plus, Jeff had graciously organized nosh and bevies for everyone at his pad just down the beach, which is a slice of ocean front perfection.
Post lunch Tammo and buddy head out - double Dutch style.
The beach walk back to my car was just as enjoyable as the rest of the day. What a lucky bastard I am!