Ktula and I wanted to learn surfing during this trip. There are surfing classes taught right off Waikiki Beach. Our instructor Terry is a well-seasoned surfer guy. He claimed he’s being surfing on this beach for 35 years, and before that he was a fisherman catching King Crab in the Bering Sea. At that time, he called Ballard home. He also bragged about his mother’s water broke while surfing. As a result of that, he was born on a street address not a hospital. I love his wild surfing stories.
Terry spent about 10 minutes going through basic surfing techniques and safety procedures. Then we were given a board and paddling into the ocean. Terry spotted a good wave and had me catch it.
When I went under one of the waves, I lost my left-eye contact lens. From that point on, I was surfing half-blind. Both Ktula and I were seriously ass whooped by Mother Nature. Paddling against waves was hard work, Terry warned us about it. Our arms were like cooked noodles for the next 2 days. Not to mention sores at places I didn’t even realize they exist. Had I not lost one of my contact lenses, I would have done much better. Would I do it again? Given me the chance, I’ll totally jump on surfing again.






















