Snorkelling in the morning, pooling at lunch, surfing in the afternoon, dinnering in the evening and wondering at the end of it if all birthdays can be this good.

Also wishing there was something I could be hard and cynical and British about at the same time... will direct that at the yanks and their running-with-the-hostel-stereotype conversations about how we, humans, are like the bacteria of the earth and someone should like really do something before stuff like goes. But the surf's up, so deal with that later.

(bitterness comes with age and I am like 23 now)