Oh yeah... if you cover up the left half of the pic ya can see a fella standing there too... I didn't see him there the first few times I looked. Did someone change the picture?
Too long since you were in the tropical waters of those uninhabitated islands.
All alone looking out into the nothingness of the Pacific ocean. Kite under one arm, board under the other. the gentle lap lap lap of the small waves that made into your reef protected Nirvarna.
Then you hear it, first Faint, then louder. AAAAAAron where the F**k are you!
That was where you first meet Carva, and obviously where your eyesight began to deteriorate.
Still this August while I'm yelling at another group of kiter hatchlings "fly the Bloody Kite" in Fiji. I will not be bringing you back any more Carva.
lol... enough kava and I'd be just too relaxed to be bothered singing. especially after a good day of kiting out between the islands, and a full morning of snorkelling on the coral reefs. damn I could easily live there!
