No Camera Man
The problemo with going on holiday alone is no camera man. I didn't have anyone to take pictures of me surfing the big blue.
I opted for the cheesy photo next to my board but since I forgot Boo and Jesus borrowed my camera for their excursion to the Wisconsin Air Show, I was left with my pathetic phone camera and I left my goods in the locker when I went surfing and I was too lazy to go get it just for a good photo op. So I yanked an older op from my pics.
I rented a scooter to get around and so once the driver dropped me at the Ayres Hotel, I didn't go very far. I spent most my days surfing and walking the beach
alone and content.
I mingled with the local flavors that were cute but not my sort of dish. I spent time in the java huts and eating raw vegetarian.
I wanted to blend.
I had a lot of guys talking to me, not thrilled with all the homeless and hopeless incurable surfer dudes without a day job rushing me all at once.
But the Daddy-Os were cool!
I had too many fruit smoothies because I wasn't into dining alone..actually that was my big meal of the day when I would have them blend up a seaweed extraction thingy majingy right before hitting the waves.
I didn't get much of a tan because I had a full suit on and I made sure not to get a farmers tan just on my face so sun protection became the theme of the day. Constantly missing waves to re-apply. The good waves were either way early morn or late afternoon and I spent the sunny time eating and typing away on my script at the juice hut.
I had to cut the trip short do to the now early departure of my position at work .
All in all, a fab time albeit the towel next to me was un occupado. I really needed a suntan lotion dude for all my general needs on the turf.
laughing at my arse every time I took a major spill.
Getting others to stop laughing after I had a major spill
Blonde Bettys need a little love and protection!!