I just have to. I HATE the smell of patchouli. I think it must be one of the most nauseating and rancid scents I know – even worse than that of the smell of steaming brussel sprouts. There I said it. I know this might be quite polarizing and offend many people, but I just couldn’t hold that in any longer. And another thing – I am never going to go to Burning Man. Never been, never will go. Camping in a hot, dusty desert with a bunch of wacko, patchouli-wearing hippies making art and music? I think I’d rather slit my wrist. So now you know where I stand on those two issues.
Surfing this past weekend just plain sucked (can I really keep typing that sentence over and over for the next two months?). Paddled out at Porto on Saturday morning and it was 1 -2 foot with onshore bump and no shape. Decided to pass on a Sunday go-out because there was nothing.
Feeling restless and need to go on a surf trip soon. Might just try to jump on a last minute trip to Namotu in September. Anything could happen.