Like ever, the North is better

The North Shore is turning out to be much more interesting than Waikiki, not only for the people I’m meeting. From Corey the surfer who thought it fine to call me Baby Girl and invite me to “go to the beach, look at the stars, you wear your bikini, we’ll take some beers, get playful, “ to the Spanish girls eating rucks of chicken, everyone is a character.

The most interesting guy though was a wicked surfer/farmer from Uruguay who told me heaps about his country and South America generally and was so calm and affable that I found myself drawn to his conversation. He specializes in bovine genetics and said I can stay on his farm when I go there.

Here are some facts about Uruguay that I did not know:

-       no tourists

-       great surf

-       Uruguayan peso

-       Bit more expensive than the rest of South America

-       Politically left

-       Corrupt

-     lovely people

-       Peaceful, rural place.

Who wouldn’t want to go?

The night ended up being wicked, hanging out and drinking with US surfers Gordy, Kevin, Amy and Jake, Juan the Uruguayan cow-genes-fiddler and a few others wanderers all night in the shack. Great people, and we had a lot of laughs.

I wish I’d come to the North Shore sooner instead of wasting time in Waikiki for so long. It’s way more becoming up here. People stay in Pupukea then cycle to Halei’wa to surf and hang out – the whole North Shore is a giant surf beach, bereft of the tourists but full of surf bums. It’s a fantastic space and I’ll definitely come back at some point, though now my time restraints take my on a plane to the Big Island – which is apparently even more beautiful than O’ahu.

Excellent signs

Hawaiian Jesus