The huge peaks roll in from deep ocean treanches and explode onto black volcanic sand offering surfers the ride of their life or an underwater flogging and a broken board. After hours of adrenaline pumped waves in the morning, the local boys would go and cut down enough coconuts to supply all the surfers (locals and touroes) with tasty home made coconut wine. Reggae would blast over the speakers as we look out over the wind blown midday peaks and compare stories and tales of our travels and experiences.
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