For those who were interested in my ongoing failure as an aspiring surfer, I have an update. I tried the Dramamine experiment this past Friday. I took two pills before I went surfing with a friend from work. They didn’t work. I puked behind a rock, right in front of a family of 4. Sorry, kids. And on top of it… real surfers laughed at me in the distance. But on the bright side, I stood up on the board for about 2 seconds. Naturally I’m asking myself right now if those two seconds were worth the vomiting and public humiliation. Sadly, the answer is obvious… I don’t think I was meant to be a surfer. Three strikes and I’m out.
This realization isn’t all bad, though. It means that I’ll have more time to explore land-based adventures, like my discovery of Oneuli Beach… a near-deserted black sand stretch where you can enjoy a little solitude. Walk a little further down, and you literally have an entire beach to yourself. Take a look at my video podcast of Oneuli Beach. For those with a slower internet connection, it may take a minute or so before beginning.
