Day 5 was special. In fact it wouldn't be entirely incorrect if I say that day 5 or rather the date that day 5 occurred on was the sole reason for this Hawaii trip. You see last year on this very date I was participating in the royal ceremony of tying the wedlock with the iconic missez of mine. I then went on and committed the horrible sin of ditching the honeymoon and flying back to this firang land that too alone. The agonizing 1 month that followed has been well documented in this very blog in the past. So you see this trip was sort of like my redemption. I was taking the missez on the mother of all honeymoons - a no holds barred week long trip to Hawaii, albeit a year too late. And I had a bagful of phrases to emphasize this very idea which I used althrough the trip and will continue to use whenever I am fighting a losing battle with the missez. Just the phrase, "....but I took you to Hawaii on our 1st anniversary, didn't I??" and all will be well in my stormy world. I hope it keeps working till eternity. Amen!!
But I digress, so day 5 had been very carefully planned to make it that extra bit magical in the words of a romantic. The morning was gonna be stress free, without any prior reservations we were free to roam around. And roam we surely did, spending a good deal of time at the beach and then in the long eluding hotel pool where I took a dip and the missez bathed in the sun. At the stroke of noon we were right in front of a surfing center. Yes...we were going surfing today. Now disclaimer here. The following part of the blog will be part fiction, because I sucked at this surfing thing. Yes sucked is the perfect word to describe my antics on the waves. And the parts where I describe myself surfing like a dude can be safely attributed to the missez. Because she had yet again taken to surfing like fish to water.In fact I sometime wonder if she was born fish in any of her prior incarnations and thus still has those fishy instincts. But thats just my jealousy showing its bright green color.
So we embarked upon the surfing adventure. We were an assorted group of 6 adventure seekers. Two young ones, a dad, a 40 something spinster from Seattle, the missez and yours truly. I was secretly judging them on their ability to grasp this tricky sport of surfing. I quickly choose my closest competitor and thus adversary.The spinster.Everyone else had way too much unfair advantage. The young ones, obviously. They are not afraid of anything, darn age. Missez too, obviously.The fish thing remember. The dad was now looking kinda shaky so he could also fall in my draw. So there was no pressure. I was surfing against a old lady and a shaky dad. Piece of cake man. Where's the dude trophy?
This one too , like snorkeling, began with a not so short course on surfing and this too as before was utter bullshit. On the beach ,I was still fumbling around with the instructions being thrown at me when it was already time to efficiently execute the very same at sea without someone actually throwing them at you. Pompously I assumed that I was a pro now and the 2 ft waves were looking like a mild disturbance on a calm lake surface. Bring on the good stuff, where are the 10 footers. Thankfully the natural forces that determine the details of the height of the waves were taking a coffee break and cared less about my lame provocations. My brain was running on overdrive and I let everyone else pass ahead of me. You see I was just trying to access what I was competing against so I could lower my ability and effort accordingly and still supersede them comfortably. Ohh such shrewdness,pat on the back dude. When ultimately my turn arrived, I paddled towards the instructor, swiftly ignored his last instructions and lo and behold I was one with my old pal, gallons of salt water. And with every turn of mine, we extended our friendship to higher levels. Over the 2 hours or so of this activity, my cumulative standing time on the surfboard was an impressive 5 and half seconds, counting the half second for the time while I was struggling on my knees to stand up. In hindsight I would officially like to blame this catastrophe on my body's center of gravity which failed to lift itself to surfing standards. Case closed.
As expected missez was doing superbly on her own and I was content watching her appreciatively while flapping my hands in the sea lying horizontally on the board.Soon enough it was over and we were back on the beach. It seems there was some dude who was taking our snaps during all these acrobatics in full 1280 HD glory. To his credit he had captured the entire 5 and half seconds of my verticalness on the board in 15 different snaps. And there was the graphic proof of my amazing surfing abilities.
Content, we were back in the hotel to chill out till the sunset cruise, icing on our anniversary cake. We had booked the priority tickets in the hope that we will finally get the flower garland welcome on the cruise ship. But all we got was priority seating which ended up being public after all. Initial disappointment withstanding we secured a cozy little corner for ourself. From then on till the dark of the night it was all about the sea, the sun and the sky. The 3 elements intermingling in innumerable formations of unimaginable beauty. The high point was when a mother and calf humpback whales decided to pay a visit to personally greet us on our anniversary. They were literally in touching distance of the boat. I captured umpteen fit-for-wallpaper snaps. The fading light brought with it some unwanted rain. Luckily we found an aptly shaded seating right on the deck while everyone else bar the captain ran for cover in the belly of the boat. So the scene was - lashing rain, fading light of the sun, the sea and the two of us. Magical.
Other passengers finally decided to brave the now thinning rain and ascended to the deck. Many interesting conversations followed including one with the captain of the boat herself. We also discovered a bunch of ghost boats, supposedly floating in the middle of the ocean with their lights turned off.
By the time we stepped back on land it was totally dark and it was curtains on a very special day. Lights out day 5. Snap count 550 something.
But I digress, so day 5 had been very carefully planned to make it that extra bit magical in the words of a romantic. The morning was gonna be stress free, without any prior reservations we were free to roam around. And roam we surely did, spending a good deal of time at the beach and then in the long eluding hotel pool where I took a dip and the missez bathed in the sun. At the stroke of noon we were right in front of a surfing center. Yes...we were going surfing today. Now disclaimer here. The following part of the blog will be part fiction, because I sucked at this surfing thing. Yes sucked is the perfect word to describe my antics on the waves. And the parts where I describe myself surfing like a dude can be safely attributed to the missez. Because she had yet again taken to surfing like fish to water.In fact I sometime wonder if she was born fish in any of her prior incarnations and thus still has those fishy instincts. But thats just my jealousy showing its bright green color.
So we embarked upon the surfing adventure. We were an assorted group of 6 adventure seekers. Two young ones, a dad, a 40 something spinster from Seattle, the missez and yours truly. I was secretly judging them on their ability to grasp this tricky sport of surfing. I quickly choose my closest competitor and thus adversary.The spinster.Everyone else had way too much unfair advantage. The young ones, obviously. They are not afraid of anything, darn age. Missez too, obviously.The fish thing remember. The dad was now looking kinda shaky so he could also fall in my draw. So there was no pressure. I was surfing against a old lady and a shaky dad. Piece of cake man. Where's the dude trophy?
This one too , like snorkeling, began with a not so short course on surfing and this too as before was utter bullshit. On the beach ,I was still fumbling around with the instructions being thrown at me when it was already time to efficiently execute the very same at sea without someone actually throwing them at you. Pompously I assumed that I was a pro now and the 2 ft waves were looking like a mild disturbance on a calm lake surface. Bring on the good stuff, where are the 10 footers. Thankfully the natural forces that determine the details of the height of the waves were taking a coffee break and cared less about my lame provocations. My brain was running on overdrive and I let everyone else pass ahead of me. You see I was just trying to access what I was competing against so I could lower my ability and effort accordingly and still supersede them comfortably. Ohh such shrewdness,pat on the back dude. When ultimately my turn arrived, I paddled towards the instructor, swiftly ignored his last instructions and lo and behold I was one with my old pal, gallons of salt water. And with every turn of mine, we extended our friendship to higher levels. Over the 2 hours or so of this activity, my cumulative standing time on the surfboard was an impressive 5 and half seconds, counting the half second for the time while I was struggling on my knees to stand up. In hindsight I would officially like to blame this catastrophe on my body's center of gravity which failed to lift itself to surfing standards. Case closed.
As expected missez was doing superbly on her own and I was content watching her appreciatively while flapping my hands in the sea lying horizontally on the board.Soon enough it was over and we were back on the beach. It seems there was some dude who was taking our snaps during all these acrobatics in full 1280 HD glory. To his credit he had captured the entire 5 and half seconds of my verticalness on the board in 15 different snaps. And there was the graphic proof of my amazing surfing abilities.
Content, we were back in the hotel to chill out till the sunset cruise, icing on our anniversary cake. We had booked the priority tickets in the hope that we will finally get the flower garland welcome on the cruise ship. But all we got was priority seating which ended up being public after all. Initial disappointment withstanding we secured a cozy little corner for ourself. From then on till the dark of the night it was all about the sea, the sun and the sky. The 3 elements intermingling in innumerable formations of unimaginable beauty. The high point was when a mother and calf humpback whales decided to pay a visit to personally greet us on our anniversary. They were literally in touching distance of the boat. I captured umpteen fit-for-wallpaper snaps. The fading light brought with it some unwanted rain. Luckily we found an aptly shaded seating right on the deck while everyone else bar the captain ran for cover in the belly of the boat. So the scene was - lashing rain, fading light of the sun, the sea and the two of us. Magical.
Other passengers finally decided to brave the now thinning rain and ascended to the deck. Many interesting conversations followed including one with the captain of the boat herself. We also discovered a bunch of ghost boats, supposedly floating in the middle of the ocean with their lights turned off.
By the time we stepped back on land it was totally dark and it was curtains on a very special day. Lights out day 5. Snap count 550 something.
1 comment:
kooool....seemed like u enjoyed a lot....!!!!!!! nice blog highway man..
tk cr..
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