Andy gets pitted at pipe!!

So you all know the pipe masters has just come to a close and to go and watch it live on the beach is like a dream come true. Super blessed to be able to do that. I know every one of the boys back home would be frothing to come. And to have two aussies in the final was so epic. I feel like the more I watch the waves the more I feel like I could drop into one, except the harsh reality is that I would probably do a bottom turn, try to pull in, only to have 400 tonnes of lip hit me in the head and push me down into the razor sharp reef. So yesterday I emailed my friend telling him that I got to go to the finals of the pipline masters, which was a dream of mine. This was his reply.

No way, the finals of the pipeline masters! That's sick mate! Does that mean there's a chance of money and rankings? (Although you're probably not interested in all that?) I hope you win! Good luck! Anyway I'm off to tell everyone I know my mates in the Pipeline Masters Finals!

The writer would like to remain anonymous.

If that's not a confidence booster I don't know what is. Thank you very much for believing in me.

Rookie Thanksgiving

So this Thursday was my first ever real american thanksgiving. I anticipating a lot of food for the day and so didn't eat breakfast. We then started out the day at 9.30 in the morning by playing American football in the morning, like a legitimate game with rules and everything (obviously because I was playing with Americans). It was nothing like the few times we tried to play it at lunchtime at school. All I remember at school was you can pass the ball forward and can tackle people even if they don't have the ball. I recall people standing around confused and then getting hit it the back by someone tackling them. So back to my thanksgiving day game, within the first 20 minutes I was getting told off by my American friends, apparently you can't push someone over when they're about to catch the ball. After a while I got the hang of it, its actually pretty fun.

What happened latter in the day was obviously an extreme rookie mistake. So we have this massive lunch, turkey, cranberry sauce (which apparently is just jam). Side note; who puts jam on meat? Mashed potatoes, while we watch some football highlights on the big screen. Then.. we decided to go surfing straight afterwards. I was pretty reserved about the whole idea, tired and my legs were pretty stiff from football. So I paddle out with the boys, just paddling is making me feel sick already, and my head is starting to pound (think I hadn't drunk enough water that day). Then I get this sick wave, its absolutely pumping and I do a huge gouge in the pocket, and half way through my legs from my hips to my toes completely lock up and cramp. The surf was so pumping so I try paddle back out, but I couldn't pull my toes back round. The end.

Rob Machado + DOG CALENDAR IS READY

First of all I'm excited to say the Sri Lanka Dog Calendar 2012 is finished and nearly on the printers. Soooo, if any of you would like one, please get in early and email me or fb me. I cannot actually think of a better Christmas present for your mum. My email is ad.keeffe@gmail.com. Donations of $10 or more would be awesome. Donations of less than $10 is not that awesome. All proceeds will go to getting me back there next year, possibly even make a 2013 calendar.

Aside from spending time designing calendars I've actually been doing other things. Like today, Saturday, I went surfing at Lani's and I'm pretty sure I saw Rob Machado out in the water. Surf was pumping bout 4 foot offshore. He was sort of sitting on the inside. So I'm waiting out a bit further than him and can't quite make out if its him or just someone else with a dirty little beard and big hair. Then this punchy little left comes through (I haven't been surfing in a week so I was absolutely frothing) and I'm getting closer to where he's sitting and then this thing starts to pitch and I'm thinking, froth, I'm gonna get barrelled right in front of Rob Machado. I pull in and can hear a few people hooting, but realise I'm not gonna make it out and decide to punch through the wave. Next thing I know I pop my head up and my board comes flying back toward me and one of my fins hit me right in the eye. I instantly realise this is bad, cause I've seen what fins can do to people, so I decide to go in as fast as possible. Now I couldn't even open get my right eye open, was feeling pretty groggy and could see a little bit out of my left. So I will never actually be sure if it was Rob Machado hooting me in a barrel. As soon as I get to the beach I race to the lifeguard tower. No need for ambo's but I got a lift with a tourist back to Wahiawa and then to the hospital. What a nice dude. He'd only been in Hawaii 10 hours, but was kind enough to give me a lift. After a little bit of super glue and a sore head, all I'm left with now is a dirty big bruise.

Hiking, missing boats and sick tourists

As part of the staff training, I recently went over to the island of Kauai on a leadership adventure trip. It was the most challenging, but also amazing hike of my life. We had to do a 11 mile hike along the rugged Napali coastline, carrying supplies on our back enough for 5 days. I mean we were carrying bare necessities. Now I'm exaggerating when I say this but there were several parts along the hike where if you slip you're either dead or very very bruised. It was an amazing trip in that people pushed themselves further than they thought they could go.

Taylor, one of my very good friends in the team nearly died a few years ago when he fell off a 30 foot cliff and took him over 2 years to rehabilitate in which time he got fully addicted to the painkillers and had to go through rehab for drugs too. Now here we were just about to embark on this hike almost 3 years exactly to the date, which as you can imagine was a little bit spooky, especially cause his knee was still pretty dodgy. Anyway we set off along the trail and got to one sketchy part when his right foot fell off the side of the path/cliff but he just regathered himself. I was amazed to see him get back up and keep going. After camping a couple of days in the Kalalau Valley, the plan was to get a boat ride out of the valley by our friend rather than hike back. By the time the final day came we were waiting on the beach praying and hoping that the boat would come. Taylor was probably praying the hardest cause his knee was know very inflamed from the hike over. I wasn't going to vocalise what I was thinking, but I was like, “that boat better come because there is no way Taylor's gonna be able to hike back on that knee”. One hour went by, two hours went by. By the time it got to 10'oclock we came to the conclusion that something must have happened, Larry and his boat aint coming, and we started preparations to hike out cause we needed to get to the other end of the trail before night fall. We were probably a little too confident of maybe hopeful that the boat was coming cause most of us had eaten all our food and had nothing left for the hike back. As we gathered our bags together we saw another boat coming nearer on the horizon. There'd been boats coming all morning but we thought just we'll wait and see, one last boat, this could be it. As the boat drew near the anticipation was killing us, I couldn't wait any more and started swimming out to the boat thinking that even if its not Larry maybe I could schmooze them boyish charm and convince them to take us. But it was Larry. I've never been so happy to see a man in my life. I'm not sure I've ever had a happier moment. Looking back on the shore, one of the girls was some overcome by emotion that she feel to the ground crying. Two and a half hours late, but we were saved. YEWL!

When we all finally swum our bags out to the boat we were greeted by about 10 extremely sick tourists who had paid a bucket load of money for this catamaran tour. We tried to contain our excitement and cheering which probably didn't help the situation. It got even better when we got to eat all their food cause the tourists were so sick. If I learned one thing from this trip, its that we can push ourselves way further than we originally think if we are forced to.

Cougar Bait

I recently tried my hand at a life long dream of mine to street perform on the sidewalk of a busy city with a good friend of mine. Me and Zack set out with the highest of ambitions as we made our journey across the streets of Honolulu to find the most bustling corner of the city. Honestly I don't know what Zack was thinking but I was honestly thinking we'd make at least $100 possibly $200. I'm mean the whole way there we were locating restaurants we were gonna eat at afterwards. Zack was even left his wallet at home having faith that we'd make at least enough money to catch the bus home. Maybe I should've too. After a long walk we finally set up in front of the duke statue in Waikiki with literally hundreds probably thousands of people walking by. After a few songs a couple of attractive young ladies approached us half way through a song. Our first fans! As they came closer they casually continued to walk straight past us and cuttingly remarked that we needed to “start playing already”. I'm not gonna lie that was a kick to the balls. After that I continued to play, maybe more out of spite than anything. We changed our strategy a little and pulled out the slide guitar which made a solid dollar or two, one of which started blowing away down the street. I still kept playing as I watched Zack chased a dollar bill down the street. After about an hour we'd made about three dollars and 5 cents, but then a homeless lady came up midway through a song and asked us if we had a dollar to spare. What could we do, but tell the lady to take her pick out of the two dollar bills that lay in my case. This is not a complaint, like we were both extremely happy to help that old lady, but seriously who comes up to a street performer and asks them for money. Finally we took our $2.05 and made our way to the bus stop. Determined not to let the night discourage me I pulled out my guitar as we waited for the bus to come. Within a few seconds there were a couple of peeps who were quite impressed with out music and came over to listen. One happy middle aged lady came over and repositioned herself right next to Zack. When we'd finished the song all she did was smile and kept repeating that we were “cougar bait”. She then went on to ask us if we knew what cougar bait meant and started stroking Zack's hair while pulling out a beer coloured beverage disguised in a mineral water bottle. After a small amount of dialogue we switched instruments and Zack started busting out an impromptu worship slash prayer song for the people at the bus stop. If nothing else that night, we at least got to give a dollar to a homeless lady and pray for a promiscuous mid-aged alcoholic.

Burnt muffins, pushups, and neighbourhood watch

After a short two week break back in Australia, the storey of Mr Keeffe continues back in the heart of Wahiawa Hawaii. For those who have never been to the beautiful town of Wahiawa I will describe it a little for you. Wahiawa is a small town in the middle of Hawaii on the way to the north shore notoriously known for its bad fashion sense and lack of ethics. Most tourists never stop there, they just drive on through. In fact some people were on a holiday at Wikiki and they were coming to visit STN, but the hotel manager did everything they could to convince this young couple not come Wahiawa. Would sort of be like someone on holidays going to Nambour. As many of you know I'm currently involved with STN and I can tell even in the one year I've been away, that the whole town is improving as violence, drugs and general dodginess decreases.

As you all guessed because of my exceptional cooking skills, my new role at STN is hospitality and campus life. One of my first tasks was to bake a fika (swedish morning tea) for the staff meeting. So the first photo is of me scrapping a burnt muffin from the pan, and the second photo you'll see the muffin tops on top of the muffins. This was because the bottoms got burnt beyond recovery. So the good news is I get to encourage a campus of about 60 staff and students, make sure everyone is doing alright, and organise a man night. The bad part is that until my cooking skills get better everyone's gonna have to pretend like they enjoy burnt muffins. Some of my friends are quite old fashioned and seem to think that its funny that a male like me is doing laundry and baking. However twice a week my masculinity draws strength when I help repair and organise an old storage house. Its just nice to hit things with a hammer sometimes.

After getting back into the swing of things, I'm absolutely stoked to be here. People's lives are getting changed everyday. Literally. I love that on a Saturday night at Surfer's Church we share a meal with the community and you get all sorts of people coming. Just this last Saturday night a few of us who are doing staff training baked some brownies and stuff to raise money for our upcoming trip to Kauai (and then I went and did some pushups). Our goal was $200, and at the end of the night all the notes and coins were counted and it came to $200 exactly (down to the last penny). The funny thing is we only had about $90 worth of brownies to sell. I'm pretty sure God hears prayers.

In my spare time we've been surfing quite a bit. We went surfing the other day at rockies and these guys came back from just checking the surf, like they parked and then walked down the alley to check the waves for 5 mins, but when they came back we were in their parking spot. I'm guessing someone flogged the truck (ute) while they were doing a surf check. Spew, they could even go surfing cause their boards were in the truck! The ironic thing was that it was parked below a neighbour hood watch sign. I'm just wondering what neighbours were watching for? Possibly an unlocked vehicle.

The Survivors

My time in Arugam Bay is over. I have to say that the people of Arugam Bay are probably the most welcoming friendly people that I've met anywhere in the world. So thankyou Arugam Bay for an amazing couple of months and I would definitely love to come back one day.

Now is the moment you've all been waiting for. After 10 weeks of life in Arugam Bay not only was I wowed by the spectacular landscape, amazed at the amount of sugar the locals consumed, and bewildered by their driving methods, but mostly importantly I was totally impressed by the quality of dogs that roamed the streets. Hereby I have carefully put together the first 2011 Arugam Bay dog calender. The photos seen are a small teaser. I was going to make actual calenders and use them to raise money for my future endeavours however I'm leaving the country again in 3 days to go Hawaii so this is not really possible. But if anyone really would like to get their hands on one of these limited edition calenders please contact me and we can try organise something. Most of the photos were taken on an Olympus fe with 4.65 optical zoom, 12 megapixels and a half broken screen.

Waterline

The more I stay in Sri Lanka the more I see a need here and more opportunity everyday. Yesterday was completely rad, me, Nate, and Andy helped connect a water line to a family's house. We dug, laid pipe, put fittings in the kitchen, toilet and made an outdoor shower and now for the first time the family has running water. It was so good to see, because for someone like the mother who stays there 24/7, it made a world of difference. I think she was pretty moved by the fact that we would help them and not want anything in return, cause her daughter came up and said, “Andy good but bad thing because mother is crying, but good thing because she is so happy”.

Surf Contest

Last week we helped host the Sri Lanka Nationals, the first nation wide surfing competition in Sri Lanka. After a very rushed lead up and planning, the two day event finally got up and running. It was so good how everyone from the community pulled together in the last couple of days to make it happen. This included a couple of tourists giving of their time to film and photograph the event as well as one of the long time visiting aussies volunteering to judge.

As for me my main role was to organise the food and be a judge. I was somewhat successful in that we had breakfast and lunch provided for the contestants. My only let down was that one of the days we ended up with two restaurants providing break

fast and consequently double the amount of food than originally asked for. Somewhat of a communication breakdown. It would definitely help if cooks would talk to their managers before volunteering to sponsor a surfing event and also would help if they wouldn't nod their head when I ask if they're the manager. None the less, there was more than enough food.

As for my second job, I couldn't believe judging could be so fun. I tried to make the judging as fair as possible, rewarding those who did critical manoeuvres and give lower scores to anyone who even slightly resembled Adriano De Souzer. Thankfully no one did any double claims after performing a serious weak floaters. At the start we were told that the surf club wanted us to judge the comp because they have live here afterwards and would have to live with the repercussions of their judging. But there were not real disputes aside from a heated discussion with a spectator about not receiving a free t-shirt. Aside from that everything ran smoothly.

My highlight of the event happened on day two when there were a couple of heats which we had 5 surfers and only 4 rash guards. We decided to that one of the surfers would just surf without and we'd write down there colour as 'skin'. After announcing each surfer's colours for the next heat, the 5th surfer finally came up to the stage and asked where the skin coloured rash guard was. For some of these surfers I think it was their first competition.

Overall I think the surf club was completely stoked at the help we provided for em and I'm sure we've made some life long friendships.

Special thanks to Amir for photographing on the day and providing photos for this blog.

Small staircases, sugar milk and 70's jackets

Need to write some things down about the weekend. It was amazing. We went up to the mountains to a place called Narellia for a pastor's confernece. Who would have thought Sri Lanka could be freezing cold in their summer, but yes, yes it can. Nareallia is a nice little town up in the mountains where most of the world's tea is grown.

First of all the journey up was unreal except that our driver crashed the van on possibly the busiest round about in Sri Lanka. Other than Tyler hitting his head on the windshield and the van suffering minor damage we were good to go again. We passed through so much diverse countryside, from dry grasslands to thick lush jungle, from big developed towns to derilict towns, and then finally finished at the beautiful tea plantations village of Narellia with British buildings. Felt like a cross between somewhere in Europe and Nepal (even though I've never been there). But seriously everything is nicer up there, like greener, fresher, even the dogs look a lot nicer. The weirdest part was that its only rained once or twice down in Aragum Bay on the east coast and then you go about 150km inland and its the wet season and is absolutely freezing. As you'll see by the photos we really didn't come prepared for cold, but we were soon greeted by a hot cup of tea by the Sri Lankan pastors. Even though there was about half a cup of sugar in the pot of tea I drank it anyway. I could literally feel my teeth decomposing as I drank the sugar flavoured milk.

At night we went to town and bought some ridiculous 70's clothing to keep warm and then had curry on pancakes for dinner. The little restaurant we went to was so rad. I think my favourite experience at that restaurant was what can be described as my “journey” to the toilet. I passed through a kitchen, then up a set of stairs which was the skinnest corridor with the smallest steps I've ever seen. I think it would have been easier climbing a ladder because firstly I had to duck for the ceiling, secondly the stairs were ridiculously steep. To add to the difficulty the steps were wide enough to fit about a quarter of your foot and they were rounded on the edge for extra slipperiness. Once up the top I worked my way through another maze of a kitchen with little Sri Lankans everywhere, steam everywhere and a little kitten on the floor playing with a ball of string. Finally we finished off the day at the pastors house overlooking a valley english style houses, tea plantations and tea factories. At night I was forced to share a bed with 3 other men, none the less I was thankful to be warm...

Fins, Jelly Fish and Berries

Fins, Jelly Fish and Berries

Well the last week has been interesting. After injuring my knee surfing and the team leaving to Colombo, I thought I would have a lot of time to myself.... but not really. Kids are here 24/7! Every afternoon after school the kids come around to do some sort of repair to either their bike or their surfboard. Anyways I'm just about going crazy not being able to surf while I wait to my knee to heal. But in the mean time I've been shooting plenty of photos of the surf and filming. People tell me its character building.

One thing that I've learned since being here, is that if there's an easy way to do something, Sri Lankan's will figure it out. One of the boys snapped his fin out of his surfboard the other day and came to me asking if I had a spare. I didn't have a spare but told him I'd look round and ask friends if anyone has a cheap one. Anyways a day or two latter I think he got over waiting, because calls me over and shows me his new fin. He'd pretty much just cut away the top of the fin making two new plugs which meant the height was reduced by 1cm. It took me a minute to realise what he'd done but when I worked it out I reckon I laughed for about a minute. Having one fin smaller than the others isn't the end of the world, but I think it encapsulates the phrase 'Sri Lanka System'.

Its funny the way some of the kids sort of sneak into the property to hang with us. Like seriously some of the kids who tell everyone how bad we are, the same kids who throw rocks on our roof, are the same kids who come in and absolutely love spending time with us. They have every reason not to come and visit, and yet the joy and excitement I see on their faces when they come and hang out seems to far outweigh any reason for avoiding us. Its real good to be able to be a part of creating an environment which is loving, safe and fun. And it really is the people which make that environment. The funniest part is when they put on their Sri Lankan techno beats and get in a big circle and film each other dancing.

If anyone watched one of those tv shows or movies where the main characters travel to do a difference dimension or universe and everything sort of appears the same, but everything is done differently. Well I think that's sometimes how I feel here. I remember this game that we used to play at the beach where dad would throw the ball and we would stand in the shallow water so we could dive to the side and try catch it. So I attempted this game with a couple of the kids yesterday down by the beach because they absolutely LOVE cricket and I thought it be a big hit. Except we didn't have a tennis ball... So I guess the next logical thing to use was a jelly fish. About 40 mins later the jelly fish was still in tact and doing quite well. Same game; just done a little differently. As we were leaving I looked over and one of the kids had found a piece of string and tied the jelly fish around his neck as a necklace. Very innovative I thought.

Yesterday afternoon was the Sunday School excursion. So the pastor hired a school bus as you can see in the photo, and we went picking berry's in the jungle. Very fun afternoon, although I was a little concerned that we didn't do a head count before we left because kids were just jumping off the tractor every hundred meters or so and running off into the jungle because they'd spotted a tree full of berries. Was also concerned a wee bit concerned of something eating us. I mean one of the local men was telling us that their was a big crocodile that lived in lake, but that didn't seem too worry the kids as they ran along the water's edge and bear foot to get to their next tree. I have to say but the lack of regulations in Sri Lanka is sort of refreshing. Kids don't need forms from parents, they don't need their allergy medicine, and they don't even need shoes. In fact one kids had cut a plastic bag and put it on his head as a hat. I think he realised it wasn't working when his head was heating up like a greenhouse and his hair was soaking wet.

Sri Lankan Cows are Fast

Oh one more thing. Had to add this photo. We were at a beach the other day and tried to pat this cow. And the cow got spooked and started bolting, so we bolted and the cow broke off its chain. The guy on the left is me running for my life. I thought it was charging me. Cows in Sri Lanka are quite fast. I think its cause they're not as fat.

Shavers, Kiwi's and chlorine

Hey guys,

Another hot hot day in the life of Sri Lanka. I don't think I'll whinge about our summers again. Like our summers probably get similar to how hot this is, except I think I've spent my last 10 summers working in an air-conditioned office. First tip for overcoming the heat; don't eat big meals. Why on earth do I make the same mistake almost daily. Rice expands. 2. the ocean won't cool you down in the middle of the day. Feels like your swimming in a bath of urine. 3. Remember to put your drink bottle in the freezer. Tap water has so much chlorine in it, you have to freeze it to make it bearable. 4. Go for a tok tok ride. Tok tok is like a local taxi without doors. The breeze sometimes provides relief.

So aside from the heat here, I've been completely amazed at the quality of products or maybe the lack of. My electric face shaver I bought in America burnt out the other day because it was the wrong voltage so I went into town and bought a new one for $6. The new one gives a nice uneven shave, with a sort of ripping sensation, and if your fast you can make from one side of your face to the other before the battery runs out.

Down to business. We've been working on fixing the roof lately at the property. The job that should've taken a few days has spread out to a couple of weeks. Firstly if you order some timber on Monday, they will say they will deliver it on Monday, but in reality they won't even have cut the timber off the tree until Friday. Anyway its so funny cause there's a kiwi guy who runs the resort in front of us. Every time he goes past, he's giving us a hard time about the roof still not being finished. Even round the other side of the world I'm still being hassled by kiwi's.

Aside from that little rant, I do love the people (some of the people) here. It still feels a little bit like every person in town just sees dollar signs when they see me walking down the street, but there are some people in this town who are amazing friends. Especially the kids. There's six kids in particular who the Pastor looks after who are the most polite kindest little kids ever. They come from the snake village and although they have parents in the village the live in Aragum Bay know so that they'll be able to get a proper education. Prob one of my highlights is when they stop by in the mornings on the way to school to say hello. And they are nearly always smiling.

Anways that's all from me.

Sweat, solid waves, epic people

Hey everyone again!!!

WELL WHAT'S BEING HAPPENING THE LAST WEEK OR TWO WITH ME.

Things are good here. The dog who tried to attack me on the first day is know sleeping at the foot of my tent. Our differences are now reconciled.

Since being here two weeks ago I really feel we've made some lifelong friendships with the local surfer guys. Like it seriously feels like I've known these boys for 6 months already. Prob my favorite thing so far is just to hang out with the guys. Actually one of the funnest moments was last night, it was a full moon, so a few of us went out with the local boys night surfing. Everyone was hooting and getting sick waves in the moonlight. So epic.

I'm really finding that my influence on these boys is growing everyday, so I'd love it if uz could pray that I'd continue to be a Godly example to them and be able to speak wisdom when the time comes. One of the photos is of me and Chewte (not sure how you spell that), he's prob my best mate here. You'll also see in another photo a couple of us in a kitchen. The Sri Lankan guy in the photo is Asanka. Asanka is pretty much the number one surfer in Sri Lanka. He runs a small cafe at the point which allows, he's an absolute champ and quite a humble guy.

Over the last few months Cody's been able to get alongside him and really wanted to bless him, so we've been doing a few service projects for him. We got to build him some kitchen benches and shelves for his cafe, make him a surfboard rack and redo his fence. I absolutely love doing these building projects.

What else, well the other day we went to the snake village to put a water purifier on their well. The snake village is pretty much the outcasts of society. I don't even know if they're legally allowed in the country. Their not part of the Tamal people group or of the Singelese and so they speak this really weird mixture of both. I mean I only know a few words in Tamal, but it was so hard to communicate. Anyways while a few of the team were doing the well, the rest of us played games with the kids and I don't think I've ever seen kids get so excited about playing what's the time mr wolf. The americans on the team thought the game was ridiculous and that I'd just made it up, but I don't care cause the kids loved it. Now please understand that I was running round in my thongs while all the other kids were bare foot, running round of thisles (massive ones, ones that make kids cry), and broken tiles, rubbish, etc. Somehow a piece of something slipped between my foot and my thong so I sat down to try pull it out. As soon as I did that basically the whole community gathered round pouring water on it and trying to assist. Then one guy pulls out a rusty safey pin and tries to jab it into my foot. As soon as one tried everyone was grabbing safety pins and trying to jab them in my foot. I tried to explain to them tetnis but I don't think they understood. Oh and we saw a cobra. Yewl!!

I'm pretty sure I've spoken about Cody and Tiff before, but they are an amazing couple with two little kids who have been here for 6 months know. Unfortunately they've had to go home to the states because Tiff's dad is in the last stages of cancer. Since being here they have had a huge impact on the community, like seriously kids are crying that they're leaving even though its only for a few months. So I'd appreciate it if uz could pray for the family and her dad and also pray for me and the small team in July that we'd be able to pick up where they left off.

Oh one more thing, I have no doubt in my mind that school teaching is not the job for me. The other day we went to a little primary school and had to teach english to the kids for the morning. Drove me and Victor absolutely crazy. My skill level at teaching children is probably 2 out of 10.

Other thoughts: missing u all, getting real good at speaking broken english. Had enough curry for two lifetimes. Definitely need to start cooking my own meals. Sri Lankan's are not very creative with their food at all. Although I really can't complain about the banana pancakes I've been having for breakfast, they're ace.

And finally, the surf has picked up today bout 5 foot, had the best session yet this morning.

Hope you enjoy the photos. And until next time Ponte vunga!